The people of Docrem now knew that their most powerful warrior, the General who had saved them from the tyranny of his elder brother and their former king, was now a member of those with red eyes and long fangs.
They shivered and twisted in their places, but they didn't dare to make a single move. It was obvious that the fear had paralyzed them and impeded them to walk away, not because of the silver-haired people.
The Duke looked at the crowd that was now silent and trembling. For the first time after he took the shadow inside him, Lyon could hear the beating of the hearts of the others. It was a pulsating sound filled with anxiety.
The blood moving and the breath from their shocked mouths were sounds that he had never heard before, but now they were easily distinguishable. He smirked at the strange feeling and looked around again, to those frightened eyes.
