Inside her office, Lorwen sat behind a large wooden desk, staring at Thoren in amazement.
She had seen many awakeners return from the second floor of the Abyss, some of them with powerful abilities and frightening strength, but none had ever given her the kind of impression Thoren was giving her now.
The young man standing before her looked calm and ordinary on the surface, yet the longer she stared at him, the stronger the invisible pressure surrounding him became.
At first, she thought it was merely her imagination. But as the seconds passed, the feeling only grew stronger, as if something terrifying stood before her.
Something that did not belong to the same race as her.
Lorwen's breathing gradually grew heavier. Her fingers, resting on the desk, slowly tightened. She could not understand why her body was reacting this way.
