Arem raised his head, and with it caught the deathly stare of the individual in front of him. Sciaac’s bloodshot eyes gripping him with his unflinching stare and intensifying expression growing stronger by the second. Safe to say he was unamused in wake of Arem’s threats.

Sciaac’s upper physique tightened. In addition to being irked by the name Arem mentioned, it crossed his mind that further inspection might prove to be a waste of time. In response, he gripped his right wrist and began turning it. Whereas a normal individual would have broken their wrist, Sciaac did this over and over again with no signs of pain or then intention of stopping. His obsidian claws clanged off of each other, in efforts of tuning their sharpness. 

Speaking in a surprisingly calm tone he gave the man his response. “I’m not dead, but you surely could be were you to threaten me again. I could help you find this individual you're looking for, I just need some coherence in your behavior here forward, Though, I have ways of progressing despite that.” 

Before Sciaac could go on any further than that his spirits had been triggered. The unjustifiable rumblings, the influx of winds. Despite being some distance away, it was clear this was no coincidence. Should he turn and peer out of the roofless shed, all he needed to affirm his beliefs were there.

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