Kaelen barely had time to draw breath before the Core erupted around him.
The twelve colors he had seen in the portal Judgement opened now filled every inch of his existence — each twisting into jagged currents of magic that tore through the space like living storms. Crimson, cold sapphire, molten gold, endless black — they crashed over him all at once, their voices overlapping into a deafening roar that had no source yet filled his skull.
JUDGEMENT demanded that he measure every thought, every memory, in the span of a heartbeat.
WAR surged in with the taste of blood and the urge to cut down everything in reach.
PEACE smothered his will, whispering to lay down his arms and dissolve into stillness.
TIME unraveled his movements before he made them, each second stretching and collapsing in disorienting spasms.
DOMINION clawed at his spine, demanding he submit, that his very identity be offered as tribute.
