High above the ruins, Kaelen steadied his breathing as the crimson eruption below continued to spiral into the heavens. The roar still vibrated in his chest like a living quake, rattling the Blade of Eternity in his grip.
Kaelen's eyes narrowed, his focus piercing downward through the storm. Christopher was gone—no, something else had taken his place. That wasn't just power… it was a presence. Ancient. Primeval. A force that felt like both genesis and annihilation woven into one unbearable weight.
Kaelen clenched his teeth.
"Eternity… what in the gods' names am I looking at?"
For a moment, Eternity was silent, the voice within him muted as though even it weighed its words carefully.
Kaelen pressed harder, his voice a low growl in his mind.
"That crimson dragon… it said it was the creation of all things and the destroyer also. Is that… true? What is that essence inside Christopher?"
