Chapter 209: Anger.

Dud. Dud. Dud.

Stepping on the stone-floored ground with his feet, Lucius walked towards the center of the massive runic formation. The sounds of his steps seemed heavier than usual.

Dud. Dud. Dud.

With a strange unease weighing on his heart, Lucius felt the time around him to be strangely slow. The feeling of nervousness, an emotion that was as foreign as it was old, crept into his mind.

Dud. Dud. Dud.

Nearing the intended position, Lucius inhaled a cold breath of air. He could feel beads of sweat rolling down his face and the clamminess of his hands felt strange and unfamiliar. 

In fact, everything around him felt strange and unfamiliar. The sound of his heartbeat, the scent in the air, the distance on the ground. Details that would insignificant on any other day, were all magnified in Lucius' mind. 

"Step into that circle."