An Account
As ferocious as the swathe of dark cloud was, along with its livid flashes, it did not do any harm to Replicus' men. In fact, aside from the visual spectacle, they all did not feel the hostile excitement contained within the immense mana their master had just exposed.
All of it, was instead meant to thwart the burning resistance in Baddan's eyes only.
Indeed.
The Sky Watcher and his riders were the guests that had been captured by Grim, and now, in a striking stroke of chance, and perhaps fortune, Baddan found himself before Replicus, a variant of Skullius whom he had met hours ago.
Baddan had been surprised by the depth of power that Replicus held even while sitting in silence. The cloud with sunny flares for eyes postulated a presence of immense strength... and a vast pool of nothingness at the same time, however that was possible.