Many millennia have passed since the Hollow of mirrors has shown the fates of the angels. They have remained dormant since the Fall, refusing to show those dwelling in the Myr what they most desire or what they must seek. Ambitions of the past have faded into nothing. Memories lost in the streams of time. However, fates are changing. Blazing with the shimmer of premonition, the Hollow calls for the elder. He approaches slowly, wary of what this might mean. His gaze meets his own every direction he turns.
Staring into the mirrors he sees his reflection morph into other faces. Faces he knew. Faces he's known for what seems like an eternity. He's shown fractures of their tormented past and the endless abyss of their present. He was reminded of all he had lost and left blind to the cause. The Hollow showed him all that had once been in but a moment. It felt like an eternity. Almost unwilling to watch more, he felt them. Whispers of the future glinting along the edges of memory. Corruption. Dissent. Desolation. As he pulled himself out of the chaos, he glimpsed a wisp of the one he needed. The one who might fulfil their desires. He had completely removed himself from the grasp of the Hollow before he could figure out exactly where their prize was, but he knew enough to get them started. Finally. The other angels would be needed to help find it.
"Jin, what did you see?" Jin's head turns to face Namjoon, another soul left aimless in the Myr.
"Call the others" Jin says.
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When Angels Fall
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