Silas lifted his head, which was already full of regret as his vision got a grasp of what was happening. The entity had shattered into pieces, the darkness like goo and flesh.
It slowly pieced itself back together, this time, with a more recognizable appearance. The darkness had become a deep violet-purple, with layers of topaz blue seeping in.
It was a beautiful yet terrifying sight. On one hand, it was as if the universe was piecing itself back together. But with every piece, it seemed to intensify the impending death the entity carried.
It was overwhelming, in fact, pinning Silas to the floor. Not just mentally — but physically.
Silas was shoved into the ground, creating a small crater. It took him moments to recover, which he was only able to do because of Faye.
She dragged him out of the crater, hurriedly running toward the direction she had seen Roro come from. She didn't need to speak; he immediately caught wind of what her plan was.
