Erlius's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
A writhing mass of black-and-white mist churned in Souta's palm. It was twisting and rolling, manifesting something that weren't present in reality.
The moment Erlius felt it, his chest tightened, a cold, invasive dread slithering into his bones.
"Dream power…?"
But even as he said it, he knew... no, it only resembled it.
He had touched dream power, bent it and commanded it. So he knew that it was dream power but it felt like there's something more to it.
This… was something far more violent.
The fluctuations alone tore at his senses, dense, jagged, suffocating. It wasn't just stronger.
It was predatory.
"Correct," Souta replied, his tone flat, almost bored. "But not quite."
No explanation followed.
His fingers shifted and the mist exploded outward.
