A Glimpse At The Ridiculous

A suspiciously potent silence suddenly turned the atmosphere in the wide lounge heavy.

The look on Aurolio's face suggested that an assortment of thoughts that utterly boggled his mind rampaged in his dome.

Replicus had the benefit of a hard helm and an inscrutable face – thankfully – which left the pale man to look shocked alone, but deep down, the Penetrator's mind, rather minds, were racing.

'What in the world is going on?' Aurolio thought as the contortion on his face switched to a light frown.

He sensed it so openly.

Null Life Essence.

It freely flowed around the figure of the armoured entity several paces from him.

But... how?

Wasn't Festos the only one who had Null Life Essence in this world?