Red Welcome

Bathing in the pool of blood, which had grown voluminous enough to shatter those size limitations, was an odd, detaching feeling. It almost felt like he was dissociating from himself, but not entirely.

The Furthered Scales of Balance didn't let that happen. As the negative seeped into his mind in the form of sinister, bloody pythons, the mystic apparatus burned it with an immolating resplendence.

Yet it was painless to Kieran. Not the slightest hint of discomfort came from the actions of the mystic construct.

It did not allow anything to seep further than it had already encroached. Sacrosanct grounds rested beyond the stark border separating sanity and madness in Kieran's mind. 

Those grounds could not be tainted.

'Right. Strengthen my mind and keep me sane and balanced so I can exact justice later on. A fitting punishment will be meted out. I made a promise to those that fell by my hand and blade.'