Despite the Eye being back in the relic, it didn't seem to help.
With a tired sigh and a flick of its wrist, the hand simply returned the Eye to its main body.
The chamber began to shake as if the entire world inside the relic recoiled the moment the abyssal dragon's soul tore free of its chains.
The spectral beast hovered in the air, translucent flesh congealing into something denser, more whole with each slow inhale. Its wings unfurled, widening in a deliberate stretch, and the air around it collapsed inward as if bowing to a new center of gravity.
Kain felt the shift with a sick heaviness in his chest.
But he knew that this was only the prelude to something worse.
Cracks spidered in the air like frost on glass. The floor dipped and rolled underfoot. Abyssal contamination seeped up from the widening fractures, the darkness spreading like mould blooming on the floor.
And the dragon, now freed, seemed to drink all of it in.
