Worrisome Schism

Standing over the heap of dark sand, Kieran chest and fell with ragged breaths. The Dread Circlet continued to spin with his body serving as the axis. Its slow revolutions produced several sporadic arcs of dreadful, destructive, and volatile discharge. 

Those surges of awful power kept the others away from him.

He stood with his eyes closed, attempting to manage the voices in his head that grew louder, more sinister, and more compelling. What would happen when the curse grew too powerful? Could he lose himself to Carnage and become nothing more than its mindless thrall?

The grim thought passed his mind again, causing him to frown and sigh while holding his hand above the collapsed pile of sand and jewels. It was the corpse of the Sentinel which decayed immediately.