Bab 133: True Colours

The room, the air, even the people outside could tell something was terribly wrong in the hall but nobody could walk closer. They all dropped to their knees, bowing to an entity unknown.

Making the air thick and poisonous, Naga had a sadistic smile on his face. He hadn't had this much fun in a long time.

One would ask where was he during the demon attack in Serburgh but that was just the kind of person he was. He never bit more than he could chew and he enjoyed knocking around weaklings who thought they could stand up to him.

He knew his limits and despised those who didn't.

"Who do you think you are, James' seedling!" He was on his feet now directing everything he had to the weak Henry. "Bow!"

He was forcibly trying to make him bow, put him in his place. Anything. Henry was shaking in his chair, he couldn't breathe and his nose started to trickle with blood. He thought his head was going to split in two.