The surroundings now full bright as lights from the galaxy lit up the horizon, the air became still, as tension stretched its invisible blanket around them. Vacuros still gazing at the right hand giving faint trembling. Nyxander approached him from his rear.
"That I warned you to be careful, the white flame around him is capable of devouring one's strength by burning down the life energy around that par…." Nyxander was about to complete his words when his voice paused, his eyes widening toward the faint trembling in Vacuros's hand. "Hum…"
Vacuros noticed the sudden quiet in Nyxander's tone and the fixed stare on his right hand. "Is there any problem?" He asked, discomfort crawling up his spine as a bead of sweat formed on both sides of his cheeks.
"No… hum… maybe there is." Nyxander replied, rubbing his lower jaw with his right index and thumb fingers, as though weighing the unspoken truth. "What with the way you responded?" Vacuros' voice cut in.
