Marinate's eyes widened in shock. She could clearly feel that familiar yet somehow distant feeling again. It made her heart beat faster.
"This…?" she murmured softly, staring hard at the big door.
Everyone in the hall had stopped moving. A heavy killing intent filled the whole place, like a dark cloud pressing down on them.
"What… is this…?" some nobles next to Marinate whispered. Cold sweat ran down their backs. They looked pale and scared.
Even the strong warriors felt it was too much. Their hands shook a little as they gripped their swords.
Count Harencross kept staring at the door. He tried hard to find out who was doing this.
He was a late-stage swordmaster, one of the strongest here, but even he felt like something was squeezing his chest.
It was hard to breathe.
'Which old monster is this?' he thought.
This kind of killing intent could only come from someone at grandmaster level or higher.
But as far as he knew, all the grandmasters were busy somewhere else.
