Kapitel 1145: Slither of Fear

Morrow stared at the severed head for a split moment, feeling cold terror creep into her heart. The clean cut, the hollow emptiness of his dead eyes, the dark entrance into the tunnel behind…

Were… were they all dead? A whole cohort of experienced, battle-hardened Awakened warriors of the great clan Song, wiped out in such a short span of time without making even a single sound?

Had a human done that? No, that was impossible. Only Whispering Blade would have been capable of slaughtering them in such a manner. But then, Madoc would never lower himself to play with his prey…

What kind of abomination was it, then?

How had the dogs of Valor allowed a monster like that to live freely under their city?!

Then, Morrow scowled.

Why was she scared? What was there to be scared of? Neither death nor Nightmare Creatures had ever frightened her before.

Her people seemed to be shaken, too, so unbecoming of the elites of a great clan.

'A mental attack.'