Chapitre 221: Under the Light of the Crystals

We finally meet, Keeper of Souls.

His voice – thoughts? – echoed in my mind. I drew a sharp breath, my eyes wide. 

A non-existent wind blew his pitch-black hair gently. I could see the purple streaks of his hair glow with magic. He was wearing a light armour, made from a weird, dark coloured material. It looked like cloth, but I could see scales on it. He didn't carry any visible weapons – it's not like he needed any anyways.

No words?

His voice once again echoed in my mind. I gulped. All I could think of was 'I am so dead'.

The Demon Lord chuckled. Could he read my mind? 

I guess that's a 'no'. I expected more of a reaction, really.

He almost sounded disappointed. I could almost believe that if I didn't see his expression. Almost. But it was clear as day to me that he was enjoying this moment. Savouring it.

I couldn't believe my eyes at first.