Camille de Chevreuse, the ever elusive prophet, the infamous prophet, the most beautiful prophet, and yet the ugliest prophet. It really is no exaggeration to say that those who attempt to harm him will see hell.
But what about those who actually manage to get past the point of just attempting— those who successfully caused this man some feeling of pain?
"Hey, why— why are you bleeding? The blade shouldn't have been able to harm you. It's a joke, that's all... hehe." Was he really so angry he was spitting blood? Izel didn't think that was possible. Spitting blood out of anger is just a figure of speech!
"Also, Gevaudan? Is that the name of one of your monsters? I didn't even know they had names... ha ha."
Camille's eyes were really shaking in their sockets as he laughed.
The drop of blood that had fallen on the ground shook with an eerie glow before suddenly expanding and stretching outwards into the forest.
"Oh Izel..." Camille's head swung back with madness permeating from his being. "The usual monsters come out when they sense their abode is in danger. My entire body is a world of many things, and that simple drop of blood is a map— Gevaudan!"
The entire forest beneath her feet, surrounding her and the trees had turned into a different scene all together. Izel could see stars in the sky and a full moon, with a dark patch that revealed the true sky of the forest, before that patch also eventually closed up like everything else she could see.