Chapter 22: Summoning His Master Back!
As the man settled back in his previous position, a sudden shift in air caught his attention. His eyes, which were calmed before, instantly became sharp, and a chill appeared on his silent face. He was already alert to the uninvited presence, and believe him, he didn't like it even an inch.
His burrows furrowed as he contemplated what to do with this uninvited presence, but without wasting a second, a dark mist shot out from his fingers. It was an ominous sight, as the dark mist was snaking through the air like it had its own mind.
The mist moved with precision, like he knew the position of its victim, and it was ready to engulf whatever dared to come in his way. As the mist was about to strike his victim, a presence revealed himself.
A figure dropped to his knees and instantly bowed low towards the man in submission. He said with a trembling voice; fear was evident in his voice. "It is me, Vyrion, my Lord."
The man's eyes narrowed as he regarded the kneeling figure before him.
Vyrion's face had become pale with fear; his expression became twisted as he stared at the dark mist hovering inches away from his face. He knew all too well what this mist would do to him, as he could not be more familiar with his Lord's power. And he knew all too well that he had angered his master, and he can only hope that his punishment can be lightened.
But the mist disappears in the air as it just appears. And Vyrion's breathed a sigh of relief.
Even after the disappearance of mist, the tension in the air remained thick and suffocating. Vyrion nervously gulped as he stared at the direction of his master.
As the man's deep voice but slightly angry filled the space. Vyrion felt the air from his lungs knock out. But the voice has a bewitching quality, capable of luring even the most resolute person to submission.
"Vyrion," the man continued with his low and dangerous tone, "I don't like being disturbed. Those who dare to interrupt me... are already rotting in the depths of hell."
Vyrion shuddered at the words of his master, his body trembling as he remained prostrated before his master. He had narrowly escaped a fate worse than death, but the lingering fear in his heart was a reminder that his life was still hanging by a thread.
Vyrion's knees dug into the damp earth as he kept his gaze fixed on the ground, his entire body trembling with fear. He dared not to look up, not when his master's presence was so overwhelming, not when he could feel the raw power emanating from him like a smothering cloak.