Jonan felt palpitations when he was at the entrance of The Abyssal Ruins. He had tried finding out about it as much as he could, and he trained as much as he could, but now he had to enter it and find The Greatest Opportunity.
Surprisingly, before Jonan could raise his leg to enter the ruin, the entrance flared with a menacing purplish hue, and it blinded him, without even checking the surroundings, he could tell that something was happening to his surroundings.
In real time, that sinister light coiled around Jonan, swallowing him whole, his figure vanishing as though he'd never been there.
Miles away, Rhydian moved.
A streak of motion against the dark, he appeared where the light had risen only moments ago. He surveyed the trembling earth, the way the trees whispered of trespass, and drew a scroll from his coat. His fingers moved in practiced, elegant strokes as he recorded the event in cold, efficient language; no words were wasted.
