Nero's jaw clenched. He wanted to demand answers, but something else had caught his attention.
He couldn't sense any corruption from this thing. This thing that called itself Rummel Abellion.
None at all.
His Heretic Eyes had always allowed him to perceive Ein Sof, to see the flows and patterns of corrupted energy that saturated Abominations. It was how he gauged danger too, as every creature he'd encountered, from the weakest Grade F to the strongest, had radiated a distinctive taint.
But when he looked at this creature, he saw nothing.
It made no sense.
Nero's eyes narrowed as he studied the creature more carefully.
Everything about it was very off-putting and irregular.
And yet his senses told him nothing.
'What in the seven Hells is this bloody thing?!' he asked the Oracle.
There was a pause,
{I cannot determine its nature. The being that calls itself Rummel Abellion, is actively obscuring itself}.
Nero's blood ran cold...
