Merciless and Anatasia began to stare at the Nyrtha look-alike, their gaze fixed on the imitation, which was hidden among the large majority of the servants present at the time.
"So that person is the one limiting your interference ha?"
Merciless inquired as he began to close his eyes; given his abstract condition, his mind was analogous to water running through hoses known as aether lines, each with an endpoint. In this weird place where it consisted, the network was so complicated that it could not be described or imagined.
But nevertheless, Merciless could still use his mind eye, and even here he felt like he could use them as such all his focus went unto that one Nyrtha imposter hiding among the bunch.
And what Merciless saw could only be called an alien or a monster, for she did not look human at all, to even call her such would be a mockery to the word, yet some features were awfully humanoid.
