Uriel didn't know why, but every time Mariah revealed another truth to him, he found himself nearly fainting, his body pushed to its absolute limits.
But he hung on.
He was finally getting answers.
"The birth of the Spirals shook the universe, and these tremors summoned quite a few hungry gazes."
"So, to fight against those that had laid eyes on them, to hide from the Gods, the Spirals banded together and formed one singular faction."
"The Golden Circle."
"And their motto was a simple one—"
The words shook Uriel to his core.
"—Time is a flat circle. The Spin and Tide of Gold rules over all Heavens and Hells alike."
Uriel felt his heart, nay, his hearts, violently thump and thunder in his chest to keep him from dying. The backlash he faced was so deep that it awoke the additional hearts he'd gained from his path, which had remained dormant since.
But he didn't complain once, nor did he stop walking.
