Theron's world seemed incredibly small at the moment. Staring up into the skies, able to see nothing at all but vague darkness and a heavy, oppressive aura, he forgot time.
The loops of his fear and hardship just kept playing in his ears again and again. It was then he realized something…
This Tribulation…
Was quite weak.
To have such thoughts while he was a charred mess, his body seemingly just moments away from collapsing, was nothing if not absolutely ridiculous. To have such a boldness about him, such an indifferent, uncaring resolution in his mind…
It belied his age to such an extent that even his previous and obvious maturity still seemed to be lacking in this moment.
At that moment, something in the back of Theron's mind snapped, a hold that had been on him that he didn't even notice, a chain that was unraveling before his eyes.
