"A shan ya—" Everest stopped chanting, his eyes entirely consumed by the sclera. Yet, despite that, he could feel the darkness.
His spread arms hung motionless on either side of him, his fingertips trembling. Slowly, he pulled his cocked-back head and set his eyes on the figure a few paces away from him.
Despite the pitch-black darkness that the candles couldn't light, the red glow meters away from him was bright enough. It was like the sun itself had descended from the sky and squeezed itself into a tiny ball of fire.
"You…" Everest raised his brows, the scriptures slowly crawling from his temple and into his eyes like an insect. His mouth twisted into a half-smirk, intrigue clear in his minimal movement.
He raised his hand, pointing at Mikel with his bleeding index finger. "…shouldn't be here. How did you get in here?"
