An uncanny pressure pressed down on the stable. The thieves couldn't move.Three figures frozen in the stable darkness.
Sweat pouring down their faces, necks, backs, every part of their bodies slick with terror. Hearts gripping in chests like fists clenching too hard.
Auryn's eyes glowed brighter. Crimson and gold threatening to devour them.
Auryn looked closely, noticing the trio was made up of two men and a woman.
The woman was young. She looked maybe fourteen. The younger male was probably same age, barely old enough to hold a knife without shaking.
This society is just like the modern world.Or maybe it's worse.Things are deteriorating pretty damn fast. He thought.
Auryn's aura pulled back slightly. Just enough they could breathe again.
He was about to wave them off with a warning when he noticed a similarity between them.
In an instant, Auryn appeared in front of the older man before he could even blink or take another step.
