Chương 109: || Chapter 108 || You Are Not The Real Moulin Fraunces

"Hurry... And... Succumb... Child... "

Moulin felt like his vision turn had turn red. As if a screen of crimson had blinded him. Black dotting his eyes. Heaviness crept in his heart as he could not remove his gaze from the elf standing before the barrier. His shoulders were hunched as he slowly removed himself from Hadrian's warm chest. He could feel the pounding of his heart. As he looked into those crimson eyes beyond the thick golden barrier. Gazing into those eyes felt like death had stretched out a hand to him. Awaiting him to succumb.

Moulin parted his mouth but no words were released. Who are you? What do you want? Questions swirled his mind once again.

The possessed elf tilted his head. Hair strands fell like a curtain on his face but it failed to conceal the pair of crimson eyes, calamitously gazing at the two people in front of him. It was as if he was watching an amusing show. It was sickening.