Directive (1)

Kintar laughed so hard that her ribs ached.

She slapped her knees many a time before calming down, wiping the tears from her eyes and taking a deep breath.

"So, let me get this straight. These Cavern… The only ones that actually use any kind of energy – Primus, as you said – to power their attacks, are the weaker ones; the rest don't need any kind of fuel to activate abilities. Swell! On top of that, these creatures can have any kind of ability, and none of them are limited by a specific category of Class or Stage. Beautiful! They can control darkness too. Sweet! And to add insult to injury, their numbers are so great that they might actually rival Feinheath's population? Hahaha! Is that all?" she said with one final cackle.

"Pretty much," Skullius said, two of his arms folded before him. "But there's also a horde of super powerful experts from a distant past of Aigas that cultivated the purest crop of vicious combatants. But you already know that."