"Brutus… rise up".
Blink!
A pair of eyes snapped open.
In that moment, Brutus experienced what every Weaver in the world experienced after creating a new Weave, but in an even deeper level.
Afterall, their Weaves were dead, while his clone was actually alive!
A pair of black eyes snapped open, deep darkness nestling in their depths. The eyes stayed blurry for a few seconds before suddenly, it swirled and gained focus, looking up at the rugged-looking roof of this forge.
And then, slowly, the black eyeballs rolled to the side, focusing on the sole other existence that was alongside it, no him in this forge.
And so, a staring contest started.
"…!" Brutus held his breath, at alert and conscious to summon his Blade of Chaos at the fastest opportunity to defend himself if the need ever called for it.
