Arad silently swam through the void and prowled around the drakainas, keeping hidden behind the debris and making sure he leaked no magic for them to detect. Arad looked as calm as a whale gliding through the dark depths of the ocean, but his stomach burned with life.
The three incarnations inside his stomach stood facing each other, their fingers dancing in the air as they touched the fabric of space and curled it up into a ball, using the [Ho-white Nova]s in Arad's stomach as a base.
He could notice the drakainas looking around, searching for him. They know he is prowling close by, but they can't start wasting their mana to look for him. They need the mana to conjure air to breathe and heal their wounds.
Their eyes were sharp, so they could see him even if he was blending into the darkness of the void, which meant he must always keep something between them and him. Luckily, there is plenty of debris to hide behind.