(AN: Omniscient POV)
No reaction could be found in Eshwar, yet the eerie scribbling sound continued to resound in the room, even though the royals present in the room knew that the shackled could do nothing that defied Ortharious' will in the room; they too could do nothing else but stand still in spot, not because they didn't want to act out, bloating their pride, or anything along those lines, but because the eerie feeling that increasingly turned terrifying forced them to stand still.
Even Ortharious, who had a resentful expression just seconds ago, had a terrified expression on his face now. They could understand that something eerie was happening, but they couldn't really put their fingers on what it was.
[What are you going to do now?] A mortifying voice resounded throughout the room, in a room where nothing even similar was possible.
