Bruto looked at Andrew, the soul fire in his eye sockets crackled as it burned. There was also a faint layer of mist around him. Paired with his withered bones, the scene was truly horrifying.
Andrew's expression froze completely, he held his breath, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
The surroundings were silent.
A light breeze blew by, pressing down the sparse, withered grass nearby.
You want to know what was going through Andrew's mind at this moment? It was quite complicated.
The first time he saw Bruto, his mind went completely blank and he froze up. After a brief silence, his initial reaction was to run away. However, he quickly felt the overwhelming magic power emanating from the other.
This wasn't Gray, this was an extremely powerful Lich. That kind of oppressive aura was many times stronger than Andrejewitsch.
No need to think, he knew there was no way he could escape.
