The pain came like thunder, burning and piercing through Kyrian's eyes.
The heat consumed his eyes, and inside, the gray flame he had pressed against them invaded him endlessly. As if it wanted to burn his eyes completely.
Kyrian tried to breathe, but it was as if there was no air. Only fire.
The heat corroded everything, his eyes, his mind, and his thoughts.
At last, in an instant, everything went dark.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a place without sound. Without light.
The same darkness that had received him other times.
Kyrian looked around slowly, already knowing where he was.
Right in front of him, four lights appeared in the void.
The first was an ice crystal, emanating a cold that cut through the skin. Around the crystal, a thin layer of translucent frost seemed to form.
The second was a crimson drop of blood, pulsing at a steady rhythm, exuding an intense and violent life force.
