There was a crack of light up above, its shine was swirling to the rhythm of the earth; a ceiling of rock for the runner’s soul, pressing his weight on the surface of its skull. As he was about to lose his mind into the engulfing darkness of the cave, he felt a cold breath behind him...

Pitch black tendrils grasped his heart.
His whole body was upside down, wrecked by the creature’s suckers.
He’s now whole as a mist, the cloud of a red spirit.

Now fulfilled and shameful, the Hexeth crawled back where the sky fits in a glimpse.

An immaculate source of life was being channeled through its body, though it did not regenerate as it should - being troubled by the remorse of the man it fed on. Connected to the creatures’ energy, the unstable funnel of cosmic essence was broken - a flood of unborn miracles and eternal wrath was being poured into our world… With the natural cycle broken, the Hexeth shall rise to the light for its quest of balancing this dimension back again…

Through the temporal tunnels, it scouts the spectre of the souls –
Knowing that out of the hole, a weakness can occur, leaving a trail in time for others to unveil

“There should be blood on its shroud, flesh in its gob, but it is awaken, unable to go back.” It echoed to the waves. Then a glowing drape appeared, leading its appetite away…

Finally arrived in a viable spectrum, it crawls in a gap underneath a river, where the air is fresh and darkness lurks - waiting to be caressed.
As it enters, it triggers the curse of the great Observer.
The great eye is known to look your every move from the sky.
The purple liquid filling the flow drips from the cliff above;
it puts its tendrils to the fall - it seems to burn its Hexethans scales

Stuck between the elements, it decides to take a rest in the cavern which smells familiar to Xsh’un, its original domain. Watched and in danger, it starts its funnel until the next star rises...

As the light brushes the entrance of its current hole, the Hexeth shall travel once again. In a hurry it runs and then crawl out of the hole; getting burned by the waters once again. In plain sight the great iris spots the creature. It sends its snakes of doom, rolling through any living form with their fiery tongues... It had to other choice but to funnel life energy of the Observer, incanting banishing lines from its grimoire.

Forever tied to the eye - an unwanted stench is stacked towards home’s tunnels. The perpetual scent of reconciliation between a Man’s spirit and the Hexeth… The blood of the Eye – the present of its home from a distant future…