The Outlander was forced to look ahead at the squelching sound, witnessing the knight tear out something which should never be grasped–a beating heart. There was no hesitation worn on the bare swordsman's face as he held the core piece of himself, raising it above his head as if presenting it to the heavens.
"I give this offering to you, O' Great Dragon, Chonurius! My heart, for yours–!" Valerius shouted to the sky.
Rowan watched the maddening act long enough, taking a step forward, only to be intercepted as a quake intercepted his path, rippling through the field, "--Haah?!"
The soil split, being cut as if the claws of an unseen beast tore at the land. In the knight's hand, the still beating heart ascended, vanishing as in its stead, a larger, pale-white heart descended into the swordsman's hand.
