The crystal in Rein's palm glimmered and did sound in strange unnatural power- it could hear the voice, pressuring him to know its secrets. His heart quickened; the life of magic flowed into his veins. It was all reminiscent of dragon magic, entirely to the purest form of ancient magic. The messages were incomprehensible- it just contained some primitive deep force.
Rein's clutch around the crystal grew tighter. At the same time, increased dramatically was an already formidable magic; it continued to intensify and grow farther from the control of Rein himself. Distant roars of dragons were probably the closest source to him for the mesmerizing appeal, but the hollow sound was replaced and drowned with darkness by the crystal. Deeper went the ties with the Spirit of Revenge. The voice now felt more like part of him, urging him to use the dark potential stored within the crystal.
With the passage of days, however, something seemed wrong to Rein. His emotions feel that there is something that has fallen thick above his heart like a fog. Pictures of the village, the family faded away because as of now, an insatiable thirst for power and devastation grew in him. The crystal began to paint unreal worlds around him so that all outside was only a frame or a canvas for the blazing flame of rage inside him.
He could no longer see faces; all were targets. No longer did the heart beat with the yearning for justice but only throbbed for one thing-vengence.