Snippet #2778661

Grimms stood still as the resonating roar of... anti-sound washed over them and dissipated. The color of his red flames had inverted and turned blue, as had the embers of his lit cigarette. As it passed, his color gradually returned. Externally, he seemed unmoved, unaffected, but internally he was moderately excited.

"Interesting, a creature naturally capable of emitting negative resonance," Grimms said, before taking a puff from his cigar as the trails of his eyes and smoke trailed away from him as the vessel accelerated into an escape.

Basalah held onto the flooring with her claws as the ship accelerated, staring out the porthole. "Keheheheh... it is said that great beasts guard great treasures. Makes one wonder what is hidden out here," she said, a tone of greedy intrigue as her voice became more coarse.