Nova remained beside the crater, watching the black liquid circle beneath its surface. There was no wind strong enough to disturb it, yet small peaks rose and collapsed without a sound. Each time one formed, the mark left by the Absyalling gave a faint pulse.
He pulled his sleeve over the mark and stepped backward. The sensation weakened immediately. If something was strong enough to interfere with his body without touching him, approaching it carelessly would be stupid. He had already underestimated Beastaria once.
"Alright, we're leaving," he told his companions. "I know I said we'd train here eventually, but I would rather not become part of whatever the hell is sitting in that hole."
