Books were spread about the floor of the room in a precise pattern, the red head seated in the midst of them, chin in his hands as he looked them all over again. The way his eyes flickered from one book to the next spoke of an inability to focus on one thing. It was true. He wasn’t focusing on one thing but on all of them all at once, letting the words and number spin and turn around him. Ny’alotha. It had been a myth, an ominous rumor from a time before time began and yet he had seen it. They’d either slipped up or this was a part of their game, but in his seeking, he had found a string – just one – but perhaps enough of a string to help unravel the shadows that were stacked against him. “You’ve already lost.” Yeven had told him that this Faceless entity was powerful, more so than even she could claim. It worried him when she told him that should they focus their entire mind on one thing, even a Titan would plead for the peace of death. How could he hope to compete? “Your allies think you’re weak.” The metal flakes he’d found within the rogue’s blood had concerned him. C’Thun had Elementium, Yogg-Saron had saronite. What did this Faceless creature have? The metal flakes were so dark they were almost black. It was only after crucial inspection that it turned out to be a midnight blue color and not black at all. It did not help him, this knowledge. He had still never seen anything like it before and it made him uneasy. He liked knowing what was coming, but it seemed that with the Faceless, he was always one step behind. “You cannot succeed. Your cause is hopeless.” Not tonight. Tonight he’d get the vials of blood from doctor Azuriann and finally be able to get one step ahead. It was all he needed. “When you walk among the black forest, you will see.” He would see everything.
