The breath that the Duke captured with his Spiritual Power was like the dark currents at the deepest part of the ocean, cold, massive, and unfathomable, deliberately suppressed to almost blend with the environment, but occasionally, a very slight wave would escape. Just that small trace instinctively raised the hairs on Duke's back.
The other party allowed him to sense it on purpose; it was a silent intimidation.
It was like an ancient beast hidden in the abyss slightly opening an eye, taking a glance at him, and then closing it again.
"Alright." After pondering for a moment, Duke withdrew his gaze and nodded at Serafina.
Serafina's eyes instantly lit up, her deep sea aquamarine eyes forming a tiny ripple under the moonlight, and her mouth curved into an uncontrollable arc.
