Time slowly unveiled itself.
Julius was back in the same situation. Yet something had returned.
He held his breath as he allowed change to course through his mortal construct. Words ran through his soul and into the air.
"Give me desolation."
The ords came out in a voice far deeper than the one Julius usually exerted. As if it wasn't his own...
Yevian looked to the side, a look of reminiscence shrouding his eyes. "Ah... Looks like you have that power again."
A scorching feeling crashed through his head as his pitch-black hair was corrupted into a demented grey. His mournful grey hair grew slightly in length and curled at the ends—it felt like the curling was enacted by hot iron tongs.
"Why does it have to hurt so much..." He groaned, as his entire body threatened to give in to the pain.
"He's doing it again? Thank-." Savel's words were cut off by the continuous screaming of the beastmen.
