'Dammit. They are really going to fight,' Skullius thought. He then turned behind him, searching where a greenish-black flame had writhed just earlier. 'The souls of the Drakkens are gone. What will become of Aigas now? Does no one care about that?'
Tensions rose between the three Deities above him right then.
Skullius could feel their striking emotions threading through the air like magical essences. Perhaps, when they flitted from Deific figures, these emotions were more material than otherwise. The strength of these sensations forced Skullius to put the subject of Aigas' fate to the back of his mind. For now.
Instead, while cursing, he entertained a fascinating idea.
