[ At that dark aura, Xue Yang's gaze shifts and goes sharp. Not a look of fear, but of interest: from different worlds the two of them may be, but powers built off the same concepts at their cores inevitably share some overlap regardless of the specifics of manifestation. Whatever that aura is is something else, but to Xue Yang it sure feels a hell of a lot like resentful energy. ]
You're dead?
[ The question slips out with no attempt to stop it, eagerness seeping into his tone. It suddenly makes the earlier question make a lot more sense: corpses are sensitive to neither heat nor chill. Is the outfit perhaps not the cause, but something done to hide his decay, or otherwise disguise his state?
The threat receives no hint of unease in reaction. Xue Yang's expression is that of someone who relishes playing with fire and has just spotted an unfamiliar flame. ]
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You're dead?
[ The question slips out with no attempt to stop it, eagerness seeping into his tone. It suddenly makes the earlier question make a lot more sense: corpses are sensitive to neither heat nor chill. Is the outfit perhaps not the cause, but something done to hide his decay, or otherwise disguise his state?
The threat receives no hint of unease in reaction. Xue Yang's expression is that of someone who relishes playing with fire and has just spotted an unfamiliar flame. ]