"Now that you have received your reward, leave me be with my meal."
They did left, and Xendros could still not bear to look up from the place where he was kneeling. He doesn't even know if he could possibly move a muscle.
Maelle's voice was enough to struck terror in his heart that was similar to being staked. He fears that even his gaze would be enough to truly end his miserable life here on earth.
Those large yellow eyes that were like two dead suns.
"Look up to me now. Hunter."
He called him Hunter. Not old friend, not Xendros, not even Brother. The coldness in his stone clutched at Xendros like a vine, entangling by his neck and taking his breath away.
He fears to look up, but at the same time, he could not resist the command. Delaying to obey it would just wrap the vine tighter on his throat.
