"Bang!"
At the precise moment Rocque's voice fell, a small bursting sound occurred.
It was the sound stirred by a teacup being crushed.
Shane suddenly crushed the teacup in his hand, scattering the tea and the shards of the cup.
"Whoosh!"
Sitting in Shane's arms, Lilith quickly flicked her little hand, her palm filled with Evil Energy, blowing away the tea and the fragments.
However, the terrifying pressure that suddenly surged from Shane's body was something that could not be blown away, no matter what.
Shane remained rigid, unmoving.
But the pressure emanating from him grew increasingly terrifying, causing Rocque's pupils to shrink and Tilly to reveal an expression of sheer horror.
Such terrifying pressure came quickly and left just as quickly.
In the blink of an eye, the pressure dissipated as if it had never appeared, restoring a calm atmosphere.
Yet, for some reason, even though the pressure had vanished, the air in the drawing room seemed heavier than before.
