“These are dead inside,” P’rihnn agrees, charging after Felih, picking off any additional Sin Eaters that rush them or come up from behind. They are getting closer, now, he’s certain... that same strange, oppressive feeling he gets from the bright sky above seems to be growing stronger, sitting heavily upon him.

It’s so close... soon enough, that feeling becomes almost unbearable, and he slows down. “Where is it...?” he asks, voice low. It’s absolutely close by, and Felih must feel it too.