Book 2, Chapter 9.2: Have you met my companion?
When Fabrisse caught up, Anabeth and the armored stranger were already halfway to the far archway, moving fast but not hurried, like they didn’t expect anyone sane to follow.
He cut across the lawn and called out, “Von Silberthal!”
Anabeth whirled around, eyes wide, finger to her lips as she spotted him. “Keep your voice down, will you? It’s midnight!” She sounded like someone trying to scold a cat for knocking over a vase.
Fabrisse opened his mouth to answer, but then the armored figure turned.
A single glance over his silver-rimmed shoulder sent Fabrisse into silence. It felt as though gravity had doubled from a glance alone. The sound of the fountain faded, the wind flattened, and something deep in his spine screamed don’t move. His eyes wanted to lift, to properly see the person’s face, but they wouldn’t. His neck stiffened, his body obeying some older, deeper instinct that screamed once more: don’t look.
What’s this? This . . . intimidating aura from him . . . can’t be magic, right?
| [Passive Skill Detected: Intimidating Aura, Tier III, Rank VIII (Concordance Skill)] |