The light of the fragment still glowed faintly in Kieran's hand, even as he exited the chamber of the guardian. His steps echoed through the ancient corridor—stone and shadow embracing him with eerie silence. The weight of victory pressed not on his body, but his mind.
He was changing.
His will had awakened fully now—an ability once sleeping, now stirred into something new. He could feel it: the Eye no longer flared on its own. He could summon it. Control it. Channel it.
But something was wrong.
The sky outside Caldrath had shifted when he emerged. Clouds, once docile, now cracked with faint red lightning. A pressure in the air—a low hum, like an approaching storm—kept the streets oddly empty.
He felt watched.
Then came a sound—a rift, like fabric tearing—and Kieran spun.
A shape formed on the edge of the city square. Tall. Regal. Wearing constellation robes that shimmered with patterns resembling stars long lost.
A Constellation.
Not one of the highest tier—Kieran could sense that—but still, a being far beyond him. Far beyond this city. Its eyes, if they could be called that, were like golden disks rotating endlessly.
And it was looking directly at him.
The Crimson Rift
Kieran didn't hesitate. He summoned Silence Slash, the shadows obeying, bending behind the blade like loyal dogs. But before he could strike, the being raised a hand—and the very air twisted. Sound vanished. Time… felt wrong.
Kieran leapt back, barely avoiding a lance of golden light.
The second attack struck his side, slamming him into the cracked stone street. He coughed blood, already pulling himself up. The Shadows' Murderer Intent took hold—he released it, the energy wrapping around him like fangs, aiming to weaken the foe.
The constellation staggered.
It worked.
But not enough.
Kieran's vision blurred—and then something inside him cracked. His left hand burned. His shoulder pulsed. Something awakened—not the Eye. Not the Silence Slash.
Something deeper.
A symbol, cracked and faded from his previous fragment trial, turned red.
And then—
The Voidborne Surge
Kieran screamed—but the sound never escaped.
Kieran's Left Hand Was Cut It was A hell For kieran He scream so much That the world turned black in a split second then passed out.
After That Something unexplained Happens.
The red light surged across his body. His hair grew longer, wild. His red eyes deepened into almost black-centered flames. Armor rippled across his chest like black steel painted with shadow, a symbol burning bright on his shoulder.the left hand regenerates crazily you can see the bones before the flesh.
The Constellation froze.
For a moment, true fear flickered across the ancient being's form.
Then when Kieran(Not kieran) Look At the Constellation the two of them vanished. Without a sound.
The world was still again.
Kieran dropped to his knees—exhausted, Confused, and shaken. He didn't remember moving. He didn't remember what he had done. All he knew was that something inside him had stirred—something terrible, ancient, and familiar.
The Watcher Returns
Later that day, while resting behind an abandoned chapel wall, a man approached. A quiet man in tattered robes, with eyes that had seen ages pass. He looked at Kieran, not with fear, but solemn respect.
"You don't remember it, do you?" the man said softly.
Kieran glanced at him. "...What?"
"Your body changed. You wielded something not even the gods understand anymore. You're not just a Voidborne. You're something Sylas buried long ago."
"What did I do?"
"You made a Constellation flee."