[He lets this moment linger, stretching long between them. Ardyn watches with an almost vague disinterest as Zain drops to his knees from the pain, though the reality is that he feels a spike of satisfaction under the mask.

Eventually, his words interrupt the sound of pained breathing and strained tears. The sword is not yet retracted, his hand still tightly gripped around the hilt. At least he's no longer leaning his weight forward onto the weapon.]

But enough about me. I want to know more about what awaits us all in the future.

[Pain is delightfully helpful with the extraction of information, as long as the victim doesn't pass out first.]

Assuming this heart is indeed stolen, give me a time frame. When we might expect to be met with destruction.