Rain matted the earth, drenching the ruins of Andreía in a world of fury.
Flashing past and in and out of rundown buildings, a figure appeared in what had once been a store, judging by its broken and dilapidated appearance.
On the floor, in the corner, an orc lay dead, a huge piece of rubble having crushed his neck, the spiked rods jutting from it digging deep into the ground.
The figure stared at the dead orc for slightly more than a second, then turned to leave.
But just as they turned, their steps halted, and like a machine, turned back to face the corpse once more.
'You bastard!' Phineas growled in his mind, watching helplessly as his body was taken over. He tried to fight back against the force, but only ended up injuring himself.
Bright blood trickled from his nose, and he grudgingly gave up, allowing Zephyrus to take full control, though his expression twisted in silent frustration.
