"Voidus Atrium?" Master was visibly taken aback the moment his eyes landed on the black sphere that had swallowed the monster whole. His expression darkened as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Aether arched an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. "Oh? You actually know about it?" His voice carried a hint of amusement, but deep inside, he was genuinely surprised.
This technique was something only he should have known. It was recorded in his previous language, one that didn't exist in this world.
There was no way Master could have come across it naturally.
But then, Aether's mind quickly pieced the puzzle together. If Master had gotten it from Alaric, who had access to the Elven Library, then it made sense—at least to some extent. However, the real shock was that Master actually understood the language.
That was not something Aether had anticipated.
