Engraving

Cradled from all aides by the dark, and moist environment, Aurolio shivered vehemently.

He couldn't believe it.

The cruelty.

The injustice.

How did this place make him feel even colder than Genhuis City?!

While wrapped up in another one of his semi-stylish, fuzzy jackets that made him look like a human sized, white-furred ground hog, the pale man cursed, cursed and cursed some more with a furious flame in his eye that extended to his face, carving a grim scowl over it.

A faint hue of purple, its ascent and texture akin to that of smoke that rose from the dying embers of a bonfire, covered him like an Aura.

"Fuck this! That brilliant... no, extravagant fool should have warned us!" Aurolio muttered.

He hugged himself and treaded steadily in one direction while paying keen attention to this environment which had several, strange elements to it, even for a Cluster.