"Not quite, but you would need to rival the sun to see any effect."
The dismissive response was informative, but it only made the deepened grin on the handsome face more loathsome. And it didn't matter that the words had been said in Gars' mother tongue.
Broomf narrowed his three eyes, the small star beside him hovering in silence.
It was now that he really paid attention, and he noticed things he had taken for granted previously, things he failed to pay attention to as his worldview skewed his perception.
Lucas was more like an overpowered brute than an evolver, and Broomf never saw him use any element. If not for him having aura, a presence that all living beings had, whether of life, of decay, of their elements, their race, or even just of their existence, Lucas would have been an invisible ghost that could only be perceived with old means, or in other words, with the basic senses only.
