The air carried a foul smell now as Aren approached the sludge.
Daniel dispelled his lance as he dusted off his hands. "I've seen people use catalysts before…"
"From power catalysts to ether doping," he continued. "But this…?"
Aren didn't answer. What bothered him wasn't the explosion.
It was what happened before it.
A Bloodline never moved on its own. It was an extension of the Mystic, their inherited power tied to their ancestors from the 'Great Awakening' Era.
Aren exhaled slowly. "More questions for Professor Voss, I guess…"
But it'd have to wait, because the cargo truck was still sitting here in the middle of the road. Luckily, no black tar had gotten to it.
Daniel noticed the direction of Aren's gaze and followed it toward the vehicle parked crookedly in the middle of the road.
He condensed a thin thread of ether into his eyes, letting his perception stretch toward the truck's interior.
There was still someone inside.
