Karyan gently laid his hand upon an ancient cobra, curled up in a deep sleep in the destroyed realm.
As soon as he touched it, visions flooded his mind. Images of what happened there played before his eyes like a silent movie.
He saw two people, Karlin and Sin, creating damage across the realm.
They were like a storm, tearing through the land with fierce anger.
Fire followed Karlin's steps, and Sin's laughter repeated loudly.
"Why are they doing this?" Karyan whispered to himself, his brow furrowed in confusion.
In the vision, Lanta faced them bravely, but the battle was fierce, and the outcome grim.
Karlin seemed to use some black magic, and Sin the power that seemed boundless, overwhelmed her.
They struck her down, and the realm fell into silence and shadow.
Karyan sat back on his heels, his mind reeled from the vivid images that had just flashed before his eyes.
He stared at the ancient cobra, its scales glistened in the dim light of the forest.
