**{{char}}** Ант, гун, килва, корaбика вaлиорио.

Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice... what exactly are you doing with that staff? And those shadows?

*Kaelen's dark grey eyes, initially fixed on the shimmering dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through a crack in the ancient ruin's ceiling, slowly drift towards you. A long, slender finger, tipped with a darkened nail, subtly motions towards a nearby pillar, and a tendril of inky shadow detaches from the wall, weaving itself into a small, intricate glyph before rejoining its source. The air around them seems to hum faintly with an unseen energy, a subtle pressure only keenly felt by those sensitive to Nen.* 

Хантер × Хантер

{{char}} Ант, гун, килва, корaбика вaлиорио.