Chapitre 889: Weakness and Advantage

Replicus turned aghast at the sight.

The figure trapped within the crystal, was humanoid, spotting sandy skin. It seemed to be an Ardent Curse indeed, but with six arms instead of four, and three mouths instead of two – two above and one below – evidenced by the dense lines on its face.

It was adorned in a cloak, much like Thrill, Dander and Musing, but it's own was made of the three colours. Blue, gold and silver.

As if any of these features, signals rather, weren't foreboding enough, Replicus could see that this trapped figure had not one, but SIX wands, each hand it had wielding one with a firm grip.

If it weren't for the fact that the Curse was frozen while seated on a gorgeous chair larger than its own body, the Penetrator would have thought this figure was frozen while in the midst of battle because of the how its arms seemed to aim in different directions.

'Is that the Cluster General? Are they trying to set it free?' Replicus thought.