The inner folds of space trembled violently as the Myth of White Swordsman tore through with desperate speed. His arms cradled the small, limp form of the Myth of Secrets, her once-mystical aura now flickering weakly like a candle battered by storms.
His usually composed and sharp mind was nothing but a storm of unease as that scene of the Myth of Secrets' eye bursting apart in an instant still played in his mind like a vivid nightmare.
It was like he could still hear that scream, could still see the starlit ichor streaming down her fragile face, staining her robes. For the first time in countless years, the White Swordsman felt raw, unbridled terror.
'How did her Eye of Secrets… burst apart? That's impossible. She was one of the most untouchable among us. Even the truths hidden in causality itself couldn't harm her so directly! What could she have seen or whom…' Just thinking about it made the Myth of White Swordsman shudder with cold chills.
