Nero's jaw clenched. He wanted to demand answers, but something else had caught his attention.
He couldn't sense any corruption from this thing.
None at all.
His Heretic Eyes had always allowed him to perceive Ein Sof, to see the flows and patterns of corrupted energy that saturated Abominations. It was how he gauged danger. Every creature he'd encountered, from the weakest Grade F to the strongest, had radiated a distinctive taint.
But when he looked at this creature, he saw nothing.
It made no sense.
Nero's eyes narrowed as he studied the creature more carefully. The four arms. The grey, ash-colored skin.
Everything about it was very off-putting and irregular.
And yet his senses told him nothing.
'What in the seven Hells is this bloody thing?!' he asked the Oracle.
There was a pause,
{I cannot determine its nature. The being is actively obscuring itself}.
Nero's blood ran cold.
