"Something repelled me," Arlok touched his chest. It was challenging for him to grasp this in the moment of rage, but this force exceeded his current capabilities.
"Dangerous," the word appeared in his mind.
He turned around, trying to calm down, but it wasn't working. If this room was somehow connected to his sister, it made him, again and again, look at his two subordinates with anger and malice. Both, unable to stand due to the Eden Arlok released from his body, were pinned to the ground.
Fler looked at his master as his eyes suddenly flashed with light, and as if by someone's command, he slipped out of Arlok's Eden-affected zone. When Arlok saw this, he realized he wasn't in control.
Thoughts of his sister intertwined with memories of her death, with the falsehood he saw in the spirit world beyond the doors. It made his blood boil, his veins swell with anger.
