Kwastir woke up immediately and sat down on his bed. He was shocked to feel the familiar aura he had fought with several days ago. He couldn't believe his sense but it couldn't be wrong as he was pretty sharp for sensing things like energy fluctuations.
"But how is this possible? "
He whispered as at the last time as he himself had seen him burning in the lake of magma. How could he have survived that? And even if he survived that I would have sensed his breathing, but at that time he was sure he was not breathing anymore.
He was thinking hard, but it couldn't be wrong. The fluctuation wave was very weak, almost negligible, but he could sense that hateful lightning from it. He was pretty sure no one else could replicate that white lightning he had seen.