Erlton wore a soft smile before strumming a last, sharp note on his lute. Still, he didn't speak, however, even after being called out by the Hybrid Luman.
Skullius was a little annoyed by the man's demeanour.
He could feel the Sif he had travelled with struggling between their respect for him, and that which they had for Erlton because of the sheer degree of power he held, which outclassed the Incandescent Stage by far.
Skullius could feel it as well.
The mana around him was screaming and fleeing away from the modest bench the Herald sat. He could almost hear its voice.
The hunched sycamores – so thick that ten men could surround them with linked hands and still not be able to fully conquer one – which were bowing in a perfect circle to the compound around the mansion a few meters away, also seemed to shiver at the presence of Erlton.
Skullius grew even more annoyed.
Rather than Erlton's demeanour....
