At those words, few gaze in the area shifted instantly toward Anthony, Vega, Kingsley, Collins, Mitchelle, and Michael. The one who had spoken was from the Bone race, an ancient species known for their pale skeletal appearance. Judging from his oppressive aura, he clearly belonged to the older generation, a being whose power had long since crossed the threshold of planetary mastery.
His hollow, bone-white eyes fixed sharply on Anthony and the others, radiating disdain as though they were vermin beneath his notice.
But neither Anthony nor the rest reacted. They simply floated there, suspended in the air, their composure unbroken, their expressions indifferent, as though they weren't even being addressed. The man from the Bone race, known as Xrvexy, frowned deeply, his face tightening in visible irritation.
