He spoke on passionately, completely ignoring the uneasy silence that had fallen around him.
The enthusiasm in his voice only grew stronger, his tone shifting into that of a heated lecture.
The only one nodding in full agreement was Mr. Vundo who seemed just as thrilled as him.
They truly were kindred spirits.
Quintus, however, quietly pressed a hand to his forehead to ease the dull ache forming there.
"The beings of darkness are fundamentally different from those of light," Romas continued, his eyes were gleaming. "Naturally, their nature must also be different. Magical beasts do not grow, nor has reproduction ever been confirmed among them. There are records of certain beasts existing for over a thousand years. It's possible they have no lifespan at all. When they die, their bodies leave no remains—they melt away, turning into a poisonous liquid that seeps into the earth and vanishes.
