Way of A Fiend

Cardinal Weiss' vicious strike had sent deep Kieran into the distance. 

The only indication that he had stopped slamming against the ground or moving altogether was the vanishing of the violent tremors.

Far into the distance, Kieran stared skyward while sprawled out on his back in an attempt to gaze at its bright blue radiance, but it was futile. The dense miasma unfurled across the Land of Ruin like a noxious carpet woven from virulent energies.

It was deathly and deadly but not invasive enough to hamper a Fiend's constitution. And what did seep through was burned to nothing by the Flame.

After a few moments of vain stargazing, Kieran sat up and combed his wild hair out of his face. The scowl on his face was the final vestige of the pain Cardinal Weiss' strike had inflicted.

Aside from that scowl, many thoughts were written upon his pensive face.

'They said I had the body of a Master…'