Though Aziel had soon realized he had messed up by mentioning he was tired, right after those words left his mouth.
Apparently because Plasma beings, unlike him, were supposed to have almost never-ending energy surging through them, making them tireless.
And that was the same for him after acquiring that body, but he was just a different kind of tired.
Sleep was not what he wanted. He wanted silence.
Slipping through the crystalline humans, or better said, vessels, he saw a Plasma being flickering violently, plunging its tentacle-like limbs into one of the vessels and slowly discharging its energy.
As it did, the vessel glowed with potency, shimmering with that familiar aurora of contained energy.
It wasn't just that one Plasma, either. There were many, all engaged in the same process, like it was the most normal day of their lives.
Though, where they were headed right now, was what Frickon called the Forbidden Sanctuary.
