"Well, the creator should be a constellation...so it would be insulting if they couldn't at least do this much?" Ezra comforted himself as such, taking a minute to ease his body.
As the final Nascent-level Madman was vanquished, silence reigns.
The once thunderous barrage of beams and seismic chaos had dulled to mere echoes in the wind.
But his expression remained taut—focused.
His eyes turned toward the distant ridge the fleeing Madman had tried to reach. Something was there.
Ezra's figure blurs as he takes to a sprint and reappears in a blur of crimson light atop the jagged formation.
Moments later, he finds the opening.
A fractured portion of the mountainside that led into darkness.
He descends.
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The passage was tight and metallic veins webbed across the rocky walls.
Gradually, the temperature dropped, and the scent of scorched metal thickened.
Light sources embedded in the stone flickered as he passed—reactivated perhaps, by his presence.
