Zarius sat in silence, his eyes scanning a paper, when his entire body suddenly gave a violent, involuntary shiver.
The abrupt movement sent a sharp ripple through his broad shoulders, causing the parchment in his hand to rattle loudly in the quiet study. A sudden, phantom chill had just raced down his spine like a splash of ice water, leaving a lingering, freezing sensation that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He frowned heavily, lowering the rattling paper and rubbing the nape of his neck with a massive, scarred hand, genuinely bewildered by the sudden sensation.
Across the room, Flio looked up from his own stack of profiles, completely freezing. He slowly set his quill down, staring at his commander with a look of cautious disbelief.
"What's wrong?" Flio asked, his brow furrowing as he leaned forward.
"No," Zarius replied. He aggressively rolled his broad shoulders, trying to force his focus back onto the text. "I just suddenly felt a chill."
