Rasmus held Rullein's orb and it felt like a massive cotton ball that was as big as a basketball. The lingering black smoke around the orb wrapped around his hands and arms like tentacles. He couldn't stop wondering what would happen if he let the orb consume him and the other way around.
The sound of clanking steel made Rasmus look in front of him at Aris who had wore the black clad armor that belonged to his late mother. Flashes of memories and traumas invaded his mind, remembering the day and the moment of his mother's headless body being displayed in front of the people. He didn't expect his memories and traumas to overwhelm him still, and knew that he had to overcome it.
Aris grabbed Rasmus's wrist and put his on his chest plate. She stared into his eyes when she saw that same distant gaze of his whenever he looked at something that connected with his past.
