Kieran strode past broken bastions, which was why the Followers of War were forced to prepare a chain of patchwork palisades welded together with a daunting flame.
He didn't read too deep into it, for he had already suspected many parallels between the Fiends and the Followers of War. One notable difference, however, was the follower's lack of a Fiend's evil aura that felt almost villainous.
Caught up in his thoughts, Kieran walked through the inlaid stone pathway of the broken citadel's gatehouse, all bearing strange markings foreign to his knowledge. He wished to inspect it and glean its details, but his spent eyes didn't allow that desire to traverse the bridge of thought and become reality.
Luckily, Kieran wasn't without a way out.
'As soon as I find a place to sequester, I'll finish my initial project. It's time I used the Flame's given gifts to stitch my soul back together and increase the accumulation of essence.'