☉NARIEL
Aricen.
Aricen. My brother—my blood.
In the recesses of my mind, the echoes continued.
My heart had tightened so harshly at the mere mention of his name, as if his horror was now mine, creeping into my bones, a threatening leaching sensation crawling up my spine as I pondered what connection Aricen could have to this dread—
"Ari—Aricen what?" I finally managed to ask, my voice barely a whisper, my gaze locked on Arucard who looked much terrorized – visibly still shaken, his fear aging him with each passing moment.
He’d taken some agonizing moments that may have taken each year from my life.
"Something... something is wrong,” he finally managed to say, his voice trembling.
“You had felt him?” Vaelin said, barely audible, yet enough to elicit a nod from the terrified male.
