Whatever it was that was attempting to struggle free from the mass of diseased flesh didn't seem capable of doing so in such a short time. The wall of the throbbing mass protruded once, twice and thrice but it didn't give. Instead, the energy it gave off steadily began to push against the obscurity imposed – most likely – by the barrier around it.
The energy was definitely something a step beyond genuine Divine energy. It was Exora Amras. A Divine being was nesting within the disgusting blob layered in boils. But how?
Skullius couldn't make sense of it.
How was this even possible, and why was it happening now? How had this all happened on Aigas without being noticed?
He frowned.
Unlike before, he felt that the time for caution was over. It was time to get to the bottom of this, and perhaps in a more literal sense than Skullius had imagined.