C683 The Bloodcolored Figure

He whispered under his breath, a flicker of defiance in his gaze. He hadn't anticipated that the scroll could truly be lethal, nor had he foreseen his utter lack of resistance in this place. The person he feared appeared to be the master, effortlessly dictating the fate of others. It seemed that death was at his whim for anyone he chose.

Darkness crept in, engulfing him completely