( My small interpretation of the exile lalalala. Imagine a Madoka magica type labyrinth.. heh.. also kinda short intro sorrayy sorryy.. )

The unending walls echo with every step Kirabi takes.

The light coming from the shattered vessels guide him forward– The last pieces left of V’lthaine. The floors warp around him, the shadows of the voids swirling over his head. All of this doesn’t faze him. At least, that’s what it would look like.

The shards rattle against his chest, that wretched smile still etched on his face, now clear as the daylight he never knew, as the mirrored mask was ripped from his face before the other Panoptics exiled him for rot. He was getting closer— But to what? He didn’t know, but maybe the void would listen at once. His hands twitch at his sides, fingers curling in on themselves.

He didn’t want to leave his legacy behind. His power— Even if he knew it was either a new future, or death.