"Believe? I was the one who enlightened others about it."
The Remnant declared with their dark katana pointed at Haden.
Haden's expression darkened, and he mumbled, "You were the cause of everything that has happened to us?"
As he spoke, his aura, which was similar to flames, began to turn heavy.
They sneered, "That was nought but the punishment that the faithless, such as thee, deserve."
"I see..." Haden whispered under his breath and exhaled deeply as if a long-carried burden had finally been lifted from his shoulders.
"It was a useless thought from the beginning," Haden said, and thought, 'The Myth.'
Red viscose aura flooded out of Haden in tidal waves as he muttered in a voice that sounded ancient,
"Varzath."
The world shuddered.
Serpentine fissures ran out from his feet, and the ground screamed violently as enormous, dark mountains that seemed to reach the sky erupted out of the cracks.
