'The approach I've used previously was clearly influenced by the wraiths as well. The subconscious feeling...' Anon mused.
Squatting down, Anon assumed a lotus position on the wet dirt and closed his eyes. He thought of the feeling when the so-called purest incarnation had spoken.
When he replayed that voice in his mind, Anon immediately felt it.
The golden light shone in the depths of his eyes and a deep seated hatred blossomed. For a moment, there was a trace of absolute clarity.
'This is it!' Anon inwardly exclaimed.
That voice was familiar, too familiar. He knew it, however every time he tried to find the reason, it easily slipped his thoughts.
But this was proof enough.
'Seth...' Anon almost unhesitatingly blamed that crimson eyed devil. When he thought of that name, the golden light shone once more, and the hatred deepened ever more.
Whenever in doubt, blame Seth.
Anon found it.
He had found his way out of this mess.
