Pushing off the ground, Ixion shook his head with fervor, trying to shake off the nagging distortion. He looked around at the reality-bent world. A world laden by more harrowing beasts than it could ever wish to hold that had morphed the space in a vain, inadequate attempt to cope.
"How convenient…"
Steadying his stance, Ixion glanced at the kneeling Wrath, and added:
"It seems we've reached our destination… or I'd wager to say we overshot it a little."
"Fuck! What the hell happened? What did you do?!"
'That…'
Was much too hard to explain… at least properly. Because, honestly, Ixion had little clue himself.
He'd intended to unravel that shattered being when he tugged at its soul, like pulling on the loose end of a yarn ball. But instead, it was he who'd been pulled through space and reality. And he'd been pulled along to the furthest end of where this vast being stretched, somewhere within the Convergence Zone. But, at the very least…
'I seem to have scared it.'
