Azel watched silently, his figure pressed against one of the identical trees in this strange, distorted space. If one walked east in an attempt to leave, they'd find themselves approaching the clearing from the west and vice versa. It was truly an overbearing ability, worthy of the title 'Regalia'.
If magic was the manipulation of the natural, then Regalia was the manipulation of the unnatural. It was truly the pinnacle of strength, with seemingly no way of overcoming it. Yet, for some strange reason, Azel had observed Colwyn to be more irritated than concerned.
So when the Drake knight snuck off, away from the rest of the group, Azel followed. His dull eyes watching Colwyn with a keen sharpness that juxtaposed with his usual apathy. The zombie, in fear of getting caught by the Drake knights remarkable senses, held his breath.