Confusion flickered in Theron's eyes. He didn't understand what was happening at all.
These people didn't even seem to be here for him. No—originally, they were. But then they noticed Ayame and had decided to switch targets.
Those words that the Fire Mancer had said were especially odd. What had he done that was worth their fanfare to begin with? Was it the formation of his White Cores?
But as far as Theron could tell, everyone here had some version of that exact same thing. It was hard for Theron to see the finer details, but he could see quite clearly that the boundaries between these people and the world around them were very blurred.
If Theron had had his full array of senses, though, he would have noticed that they weren't all created equal.
Not to mention the fact that not everyone here had a Dual Resonance like he did—one that gave him two White Cores to their one—theirs were also on a far smaller scale.
