Hindering Spell
"-Least of all without any adequate training."
Vlitgar's fist tightened as he came to the only logical conclusion in his mind.
"It must be a demonkin! For it to be able to mimic the mark of the Father and dupe even me- it must be a high-ranking True Demon!"
A string of raw chaotic energy emerged from his ears and began to surround his upper body. It circled his arms before digging into the leather armor where it congregated to create low-pitched thundering sounds.
It sounded like firecrackers were going off under his skin creating incessant pops and crackles.
Determined to end it in one blow, he stormed out of the Attainment Chamber with the future already concluded in his mind no matter the cost.
But when he stepped out Hao Xuan was nowhere in sight. The boisterous crowd was still there, drinking and being merry in what little ways they could be but there was no sign of him.