Unlike what she had expected, the voice wasn't grueling at all. It sounded flat, masculine nor feminine and it felt as if it was just dissolving out of nowhere into the air. Yet, there was this oozing power she could feel to the core, this rooted hatred that held so much she might never be able to understand, and this heavy darkness that was directed toward no one but her. Even Raziah couldn't help but acknowledge the powerful presence of the person around her, and it was like nothing before.
Her bones were actually vibrating no matter how hard she tried to hide it. The insanity, the exuding and quaking air it brought, the suffocating presence was something Raziah couldn't even bear. Whoever it was had to be someone incredibly powerful, and that person wasn't her ally.
An enemy.
