There was nothing distinct in the silence that felt wrong. It was that feeling she had when she was kidnapped, and at her arrival here at Blackvale. It all seemed to correspond to the inaptness, in an odd manner.
Lucrezia tried to affront the sensation, focusing on the arena where the creature remained. That sensation she'd always felt for him seemed to cease to exist, leaving her free from the torture of her mind.
The sound came first from below like a low vibration that crawled up the bones rather than through the air. The obsidian floor answered it in kind when the symbols along the perimeter brightened until they cast long, warped shadows across the blood-slick stone where Vaeron stood at the center of it all.
