Everything happened too quickly.
Everything collapsed just as quickly.
'It took an eternity to build all of this...'
'Yet it all fell apart in the blink of an eye.'
'Just like that...'
Agaroth trembled.
He could not raise his head before her.
He could not even bring himself to meet her eyes.
Clea's presence was overwhelmingly oppressive.
It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
He had spent countless years alongside Frey, who, from his perspective, had always been unimaginably powerful.
He had also met several other Writers, including Frey's siblings and his father.
But Clea was different.
She was a monster of an entirely different order.
It was as though she represented the absolute pinnacle Frey could one day reach if he devoted his entire life to serious training.
Even so...
Her strength was not what disturbed Agaroth the most.
The turmoil boiling inside him came from somewhere else entirely.
