Strax stood still, his eyes fixed on the scarred sky. The colossal rune continued to pulse like an evil heart, spreading its influence across every corner of that archipelago. The wind stirred his black wings, and the sword in his hand trembled, not from fear, but from the rage he no longer bothered to hide.
It was then that something sparked in his memory.
That shape… those intertwined lines expanding in impossible patterns… He had seen it before.
Strax narrowed his eyes, remembering the day Scarlet, with that irritated look, thrust a book into his hands. "Scathach told you to read this, idiot. Said it would be important someday."
At the time, he had simply skimmed through it, thinking it was another one of those ancient texts full of arcane symbols and theories that didn't interest him. But now… now the memory was clear.
"That damned symbol…" he growled, his voice reverberating in a low, menacing tone. "I've seen it before."
