Chapitre 192: The Tales of Erohim (10)

"It gets that bad?" Rowan asked.

Petty things for now, but as time goes on, I would not be surprised to see, rape and murder among the disgruntled people. You would sometimes be surprised by the amount of darkness in the hearts of men."

Circe broke open the new bottle of wine and began taking small sips, "Besides, you're Erohim. Who am I to go against your wishes?" she looked at side eyed.

Rowan looked at her, as he slowly released the pressure he always kept inside, his Serpentine gaze became as sharp as razors and a formless aura arose from his body, something unknown and mysterious.

Circe felt goosebumps began rising on her skin, as a tingle ran down her spine, as if a long scaly tongue was running down her skin, the sensation was so unnerving that it was all she could do not to run.