The Sword That Slays Gods
The soul before her, meanwhile, looked as though it couldn't even threaten an ordinary soldier.
Evelyne waited.
Nothing happened.
The man merely stood there.
Then, after several seconds, he finally seemed to notice her.
His head turned slightly.
Those ordinary eyes settled on Evelyne.
There was no hostility in them.
No fear.
No excitement.
Just quiet curiosity.
Evelyne's smile weakened.
The man's gaze moved over her from head to toe, as though he were examining an unfamiliar object.
He was scanning her.
Studying her.
Not with the wary expression of someone facing a powerful enemy, but with the detached curiosity of someone trying to understand something he had never seen before.
Evelyne's brows twitched.
'What is he doing?'
She had expected him to attack.
She had expected arrogance.
Perhaps even desperation.
Instead, he simply looked at her.
The silence inside the cave became strangely uncomfortable.
