Mwaka tried to close his eyes and hoped he would die. The image of that being was just horrifying him. It wouldn't work. He seems to still get the image of Hazeel imprinted on his mind. He finally saw what Hazeel looked like. Not from his mind, for real. Two dead crimson eyes and a cold white body. He had strange markings that told a time of war and destruction. He stood up. Mwaka tried not to stare at him. For he knew, that would be a free invitation to madness. Mwaka could feel the being trying to search his mind. He was trying his best to fight it. Living with a great mage does give benefits. If that fails, then everything he knew would be knowledge to Hazeel.