Noah blinked, his eyes widening slightly as Cecilia's words sank in.
Qaryt. Endbringer. The Light of Dusk. A being capable of consuming entire worlds.
He had thought he'd seen enough horrors since his summoning, with the demon hybrids and the dead Othello, but this was something else.
He could feel his pulse quicken in his neck, his hands trembling beneath the bandages wrapped tightly over his skin.
Cecilia noticed his expression and sighed, resting her elbows on her knees. "You don't understand, do you?"
Noah frowned slightly, his voice quiet. He glanced away at the window. "I understand enough to know I nearly doomed the world."
"That's not what I mean," she replied softly, shaking her head.
She leaned back in the chair beside his bed, eyes drifting towards the infirmary ceiling. "You don't understand what the abyss actually is."
Her words pulled his attention away from the window. "Then explain," he said, his tone tired but curious.
