Chapter 33: Calm
Theron became calm. Eerily so.
His ears twitched and his breathing slowed. He could feel the shift and changes in all those around him—the fidgeting hands, the agitated hearts, the slight trickle of cold sweat that increased the humidity of the room by just the slightest hint.
He felt it all.
There was a hollowness in his ears as the ground trembled again, and his breathing, as slow and controlled as it was, felt almost too loud to him.
He needed to be calmer, more controlled. Unless he was, there would be no chance.
Then he heard it, the circulation of his own blood.
When he joined Daggers of the Night, they spoke of this state. A state where you were so focused, so driven, so silent that only the rhythm of your heart and the lifeblood pumping through your veins could be heard by you.
They called it Veinsong.
Theron's fists unclenched and relaxed, his short sword and dagger slipping into his palms with a soft pat.