"..."
Verc just stared at the skeleton a few meters away from him. His grip on the hilt of his sword was tight.
Every muscle in his body was coiled like a spring, ready to react at a moment's notice. He was still prepared for whatever's coming. The air in the massive room felt heavy, almost liquid, as the two entities faced off in a silent battle of wills.
-...
The skeleton wasn't saying anything either. It just floated there, its tattered black robe swaying in a wind that didn't exist.
It was obviously pretty annoyed. It wasn't used to getting mocked.
It had released its aura to at least hinder Verc's movement even for a bit. The pressure was immense, like being submerged at the bottom of a deep ocean, intended to crush the spirit and the body of anyone standing within it.
But Verc just cancelled it with [Dominion Aura].
