Chapter Sixty
The thunder rolled, and the altar doors didn't open, they simply ceased to exist.
Even though the afternoon had faded to evening, in this very room it was pure night.
Lord Elrien entered, his movements carrying the dark fluid grace that had always marked his presence.
Tonight it was different.
His ominous aura was thicker, power didn't just flow from him. It poured like blood from an open wound.
Everything about it was wrong and angry.
CRACK.
The weaker physicians couldn't stand his presence, and their demon cores began to crack, and they could feel their very essence leaking out drop by drop.
Their lungs burn from the oppressive air his Lordship had brought with him, their faces pressed against the stone floors as they bowed.
"My lord, please spare us…" The head physician whimpered. Liquid wept from his eyes, but it wasn't tears, it was his life force bleeding away.
