“Your Highness, you called for me!” Trevor stepped inside the meeting room after getting a call from the door guard of Dankein. He immediately left whatever he had been attending to in the middle and came running.
Dankein spared him a single glance and noticed his huffing and panting breaths. It was clear that the man a bead loved his life way more than he did his wife.
“I hope your wife won’t chip you into pieces head Guard Trevor, for leaving in the middle.” Silvan interfere and let Trevor move his gaze towards his formless form.
Trevor felt shaken once again spotting the leader of Dark deadly souls. His sense of being was jerked. All he could do was show a more solid being in his presence. The Dark souls were always in need of a body to use as a vessel and the last anyone wanted was to fall their prey.
