Vurckair's invitation lingered without receiving a direct response.
It is not out of Naíndra's disrespect, or to play hard to get. But rather by the excessive increase of hostility in the environment.
{Someone is pissed off. Haha. I knew the aura could transmit emotions. But this is…}
{This is becoming way too suffocating…}
He looked around; Several people in the chamber moved with suspicious gait.
Then it clicked in Vurckair; The dire realization plastered across his face, immediately warned the ladies near him.
For a brief instant. Absolute tranquility remained cradling the enclosure.
Inspiring the same unsettling calmness that is buried deep in the chest, tickling eerily just before everything is wrecked apart by sheer damnation.
With sudden coordination. The suspicious subjects wielded twin brass knuckles; Each weapon embedded with three alienated black Solid Nodes.
{Kill them all, Abraxza!}
