Chapter 883: I Want His Head

Rowan noticed that even his voice had changed, becoming something scratchy and deep, like a talking disease. The Erohim in this place had not spoken to anyone for who knows how long and it showed. Trapped in a prison of his own making, this creature's hold on sanity was nonexistent, but he could fake it well enough to appear normal and deceive his prey.

Rowan shrugged, "Nothing, you played your part well, and it is hard for me to find fault in anything you have said, I'm impressed Erohim, truly, you don't know how hard it is to impress me."

Erohim bowed, his grin not leaving his face, but his eyes were cold and empty, "Thank you for your praise Romion, it means everything to me, yet I still find myself waiting for the but,"