Dark shapes – children of the darkness – capable of befriending alacrity itself. They were monsters none would take lightly, not even the Gylliard.
"TORS!" the Grand General called as he snagged his Tors Lampion and pushed it ahead of himself.
BHAAA!
The lantern shone with an iridescent light so great that it banished the darkness and took on the task of hiding Skullius' body from his own eyes. Not even the [Legion Eyes] could help against this. Everything was dyed with a pulsating glare that danced between varying shades of blue – Periwinkle, cloud blue, denim blue, Prussian.
Again, Skullius couldn't comprehend it. There was some involvement of the |Greater Cosmic Law| in that light for sure, but he still couldn't understand which aspect the Tors Lampion utilized.
'But I know for sure now it can't be Litte. If it was…'
If it was, the elongated aberrations around them would likely have been eviscerated completely.
