Chief Elder Sekhem listened intently to Apollonia's narration of their mission, what they found, what they encountered, the ghoul, and the survivor they found who Bahamut had tamed and contracted.
His golden eyes moved occasionally to look at the silent, blindfolded boy, and he could notice just how hard he was fighting to keep himself in check.
"So, can I see this survivor?" Chief Elder Sekhem asked, looking at Bahamut.
Bahamut stared back at him and nodded. He then proceeded to ask the system for help which it gave.
Bahamut opened his hand. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the air above his palm rippled faintly, like heat shimmering over stone.
The air above his palm shimmered faintly, like a mirage forming in the middle of the room.
A thin distortion spread outward, slowly widening. It stretched from the size of a fist… to that of a basket… and kept growing.
