The spectators were still doing a poor job at spectating. Where they had been able to see Skullius as a grey trail, now they couldn't even see that much. The light within the space was blinding and it seemed as though so many things were happening at once.
As soon as Skullius assumed that majestic form they witnessed, everything had turned to chaos. A great beast of darkness and light had appeared above him like some fearsome Deity cursed to shield him always, and the world had trembled. Sun-like flares had nearly turned their cornea inside out and then a fierce heat had licked them, nearly cooking them to medium rare.
The four would have died countless times if not for Skullius' protection.
But soon, things settled. They could see the tiled space again, and Nunax.
However…
Aurolio was leaking sweat profusely. His eyes were honed in on certain items in Skullius' possession. He couldn't take his eyes off them.
"Hey. Elita. Tell me you can—"
