Betrix appeared in the expanse of rock and artificially formed containers. He looked at the creature Theron had killed almost as though Theron himself wasn't there, his expression impossible to read beneath all the billowing Dark Mana that saturated his very being.
Theron, though, was also observing him. Every bit of information he could gather, he was gathering. There was nothing that he would allow to slip out of his radar, especially not something that was directly in front of him.
He didn't even spare a glance toward the odd creature he had destroyed. He knew how to prioritize what was more important.
Barely, he registered the fact that the creature was like a cauldron with a pair of arms and legs. Lacking a head, its body—the very cauldron in question—was littered with slits that seemed to be eyes that had now been permanently closed.
