( Meanwhile… some place else)
The air in this place was thick.
Like coagulated smoke slithering between realms. It was too dense to be breathable and too suffocating. There was no ground, no sky, only a vast, endless void where the black fog clung to every breath.
Crimson lightning flickered through the haze…sharp but eerily silent, as if sound had no permission there.
From the gloom, a figure emerged…A demon blade glistening in his hand…which still had droplets of Kieran's blood, fossilized on it's surface…intentionally.
The figure moved slowly, as though wading through invisible waters. His long cloak dragged behind him as he gradually lowered his hood.
As soon as his skin came in contact with the dark mist, it visibly started to peel. Subtly. His eyes changed to stormy gray. His features sharpened gradually to match that of the Blackmoon Alpha.
He stepped into the center of the void and then drove the blade into the ground.
