Rationality of the Royal

Skullius saw many more Sif disappear, and as dread would have it, more of them started to vanish per instance, as though whatever phenomenon was causing this was invigorated by the rising despair.

The inexplicable, yet greedy black took every Sif who ran, walked, stood or hid; the trees showed Skullius even from the more absurd of angles, quivering families and lovers, as though to garner more of his sympathy.

"Odd..." Skullius said with a frown.

DOOOOOOOOOOONG!

He reeled and refocused quickly.

His sight was instantly shifted to another Aurora. Many were screaming all the same, falling to despair while glimpsing the peripheral view of familiar faces getting whisked away by the unknown.

The great station – one made from towering, tangled roots – which Skullius had seen, pulsing with absurd power and an obscene amount of defences he was unfamiliar with from multiple Auroras, churned. There were Sif within it.