His head was full of stray thoughts, thoughts he never deemed important until that moment when all the pieces fell into place. There was someone in the shadows trying to guide his path for some reason.
Kyrie scoffed at the notion that his person was important enough to warrant the attention of someone, but the presence of Skoll and Fenrir in the world was not something to ignore or take lightly. Kyrie gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing with anger and fury.
He hated the feeling of being controlled, a pawn in someone else's game. A meat puppet in the likes of Ouro, or what Skoll had done to Zillia. It was not a pleasant feeling. He hated it, loathed it. The one who held the cards was somewhere out there.
That person had been there since the beginning of his journey. Someone who knew of his path and actions beforehand. Were they someone like Ingrid? Full of mystical powers? "She is an onmyoji. She is likely well-versed in the mystical arts."
