Boron desperately wanted to gawk at the giant chasm left behind when Quintess went boring through the floor of the Second Layer, but he couldn't. Skullius' presence kept drawing his attention, his rage. The smiting of Ju`wtte he'd been blasted with had spared him from the effect of the Great Revelations, allowing him a moment to remember whom he truly hated, whom he truly wanted to kill, but now he was back to grinding his teeth at the sight of the anomaly with four arms.
It didn't make sense.
This grace standing before him had crushed Quintess before he could. It had stolen his moment of closure with his one true rival.
What did that mean?
