It took a while before the blood-red sphere began to turn pale slowly.
I had not fully dealt with the blood energy. It is too powerful to deal with it quickly. So, I begin to push into the small but powerful container formation in the sphere.
It is invisible to everyone but one.
Because this energy is very hard to move, I am putting a massive effort to push toward the place I want it to be.
Still, it took me a minute more before it became clear enough that I could see the Prime Haklin, standing on the other side.
Changes occurred in man; his aura became weaker, and he looked pale.
"Don't take the bait, Prime Arys. The man may look weak, but he is far from it," warned Prime Wolfden. "I know," I replied.
Of course, I understand. The man is using freaking art; I will not take risks with him.
I have seen what people with artistic talent are capable of; my mother has it, as do many of my friends and acquaintances. They are very powerful things.
