[You have…forged a…Heart.]
Silence.
The howls of the Hounds fell silent. The roars of his Sin, no, his Sins, fell silent. The slow awakening of his illness came to a stop.
It was simply silent.
Amidst the burning and collapsing expanse of his Mind Palace, Uriel was alone. But it didn't remain so for long.
The ashes around him came to life.
WHOOSH!
They surged towards his kneeling frame and sunk into his pores, entering the very fabric of his existence and nestling in the depths of his heart before it all then—
BANG!
—exploded forth once more.
But the explosion, though heavy, was quiet and unassuming.
HISSSSSSSSSS!
The deafening call of a serpent echoed.
A pool of darkness formed beneath Uriel, just as a pillar of golden light tore from the heavens of his mind above, vanishing into the dark pool.
A brood of crimson cicadas suddenly rose from the darkness below, contrasted by a kaleidoscope of ivory butterflies descending from the gold above.
