'My suspicions were correct then. It was never Kenno's fault…' Skullius thought. His senses drew taut, and his presence sharpened to the extreme. Amras surged from him, condensing and limning every chord of muscle in his body and every fiber of his soul. He even mobilized the extra Focused Null Life Ota he'd generated for himself.
…But all this only barely allowed him to withstand the almighty pressure that suddenly fell into the Hatcher like some cosmic mass wider than his own imagination. It spilled from a place he couldn't sense with his Hybrid Warmoth form, shaking the entire Bosom and threatening to wipe it out of existence in a breath.
Skullius' brows furrowed.
He readied the [Avant Atelier], the [Numinous Ichor] he wore as armour, and the two entities he'd forged just earlier, the nexus of the [Circuit of Impunity], IN and MU.
Only then did Skullius feel secure and confident in his chances of surviving.
He chanced a glance at the throne encircled by great silver rings.
