The War for The North [83]
Chapter 196: The Crimson Night [24]
As the smoke on the battlefield slowly dissipated, the descending silence felt like a guillotine. The surrounding devastation resembled a world that had suffered the wrath of a god, but the terror standing before them right now was far purer, far darker than any divine fury.
Vorloth walked forward with slow steps toward Cassian. Each of his strides was heavy, as if crushing space and time, yet equally silent.
He did not tread upon the ground; he seemed to glide over reality itself. He stopped when only a short distance remained between them. He fixed his empty, expressionless eyes directly on Cassian. In his eyes, there was no anger, no hatred, nor any satisfaction.
"Kaiser?" murmured Vorloth. His voice was as ordinary as the wind sweeping through dry leaves, yet chilling enough to freeze the soul.
