Crimson shades

Tarim was in the middle of this sort of temple in the center of the world with Zarkhaïm next to him, understanding now how the Ombrae was ruled by emotions and how its leader was controlling everything. 

The lost souls trapped here were the matter forming the world, bound to the castle and the current ruler, they were under control of the hearts of those who could use them. It was clear now how things could have been out of control in so little time when Jäwell ravaged the world and how things have been repaired so fast when he regained hope. Tarim was aware that Jäwell heard the whispers of the damned without even understanding where it came from, he probably never found this place. Ruling by instinct and controlling things by the power of will as usual.