The boy's bravado evaporated instantly, replaced by a stark fear that gripped his entire being. His eyes widened in terror as he stared at Erend, frozen in place as if caught in the grip of an unseen force.
The flames of Erend's warning danced ominously in the air, casting eerie shadows across the forest floor.
With a trembling voice, the boy stammered, "P-please... don't hurt me..."
Erend's expression softened slightly as he observed the boy's genuine fear. Despite his initial anger, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the child who had unwittingly stumbled into the dangerous world of necromancy.
"I won't hurt you if you stop raising the undead and promise not to dabble in dark magic again," Erend said firmly, his tone carrying a mix of authority and empathy.
The boy nodded frantically, his entire body shaking with fear. "I-I promise! I won't do it again, I swear!"
Erend nodded, satisfied with the boy's response.
