Norx stood before the shattered Great Mirror, his hands covered in his own golden celestial blood from where he had repeatedly struck the stone. His red eyes were wild, bloodshot, and wide with a creeping, manic horror.
"He showed them," Norx whispered, his voice a frantic, breathy hiss that rippled through the empty corridors. "He revealed his divinity… for them. He altered the laws of the plague… for bugs!"
A dark, foul hate began to crawl into the corners of Norx's heart, twisting his features into something unrecognizable.
The obsession had broken. If Alias was so bent on helping the humans, if he was willing to lower his status and alter the scrolls just to play father to a mortal's mistake, then there was only one logical conclusion left.
