Unbound

On his way back through his Void Sanctuary, Felix made a pit stop.

He veered off the shimmering path, leaping across several city streets in a single bound. He soared through the pristine air, landing easily atop an opalescent roof and sliding to a stop before leaping again.

Midair, the city shivered beneath him, and a pulse of faint light swept through an entire neighborhood. Felix gritted his teeth as he descended, pinpointing the building below—the one that contained his rage.

It was lit up as if it had swallowed a sun.

He discovered that there was no heat to the light as he landed, and even the brilliance faded as the rumbling petered out. What remained was a flickering heartbeat, playing across the faceted surface as shapes moved within. The shapes, amorphous and ephemeral, threw themselves at the translucent Fiendstone walls, each impact imparting a muted clap of thunder.

Felix felt it as a pressure in his Mind, faint compared to the strength of his Skill and Willpower, but definitely there. He swallowed, then walked up the short stoop toward the facade of the front door. He touched it, and the emotion within surged, filtering through his Body like a shot of adrenaline and acidic anger. He seethed, heart rate spiking and teeth bared. His claws lengthened, ebon talons scratching against the Fiendstone.

His Body remembered this—the blind rage he’d felt the moment he learned of his sister's capture and enslavement by the Pathless.

With a growl, Felix yanked his hand away. The connection didn’t disappear, only faded into the background, like a memory gone hazy with time. He was left with the present: a racing heart and skin clammy with sudden sweat. Felix stared up at the building, unable to stop the fear that clutched at him.

It’s grown stronger.