The ordinary spectators in the stands only felt the air suddenly become cold, a chill on their backs, that's all.
But Duke felt it.
He sat in a corner seat, body abruptly tense.
That aura made his scalp tingle.
Not powerful, not imposing, but something deeper.
Like something was peering through endless void, using Morris's body, casting a glance at this world.
It was the breath of death.
The gaunt youth still stood there expressionlessly, those hollow eyes still staring at Audric.
But now, he was entirely not the same person as he who sat silently in the shadows before.
It was a door that was opening.
Behind the door was death itself.
Audric's smile froze.
His body stiffened slightly, his pale golden vertical pupils revealing genuine seriousness and strong apprehension for the first time.
