There was an almost tangible, firm sort of silence after Skullius replied to Darwel's inquiry. It wasn't inspired by the Hybrid Luman to persist, after all, he felt as though he had been drowning in darkness and unwanted tranquility for years. He would have loved for the two arrivals to continue to speak, but they continued to gawk at him without a word instead.
Skullius tilted his head curiously.
He took steps forward, his intense presence melting as though it had never existed, and placed his hand on the innermost portion of the fourfold barrier trapping him.
"What's this all about? Mind removing it?" he said, his pristine white eyes facing Darwel and Sevill.
The two were stumped.
Darwel wanted to act at once, adhering to the natural request to free Skullius, but her guard grabbed a hold of her wrist, pulling her back.
The El Sif turned to Sevill with a stunned, slightly pale expression.
"What?" she said.
