Author's POV
Silence filled the area around them, Eryain could almost feel his lord seething from anger as he remained on his knees in front of his lord.
Fear, anxiety, and adrenaline coursed through his veins and he was unable to breathe.
'Who's blood is that?' He thought to himself as he tried lifting his head to see why the dark lord wasn't speaking but instead his eyes went to the blade that had a red liquid staining it.
'Who exactly did he kill?' He asked himself, shaking with fear and confusion.
"That little bastard!" The dark lord finally spoke, his tone showing how angry he was with what just happened.
Eryain looked up at his lord, trying to read his facial expression as well as possible.
It wasn't very hard. His face showed complete anger, frustration, and even a bit of disgust for whatever had just transpired. There were also some other emotions hidden in those dark crimson orbs that Eryain couldn't put a finger on them.
