The temperature of the room suddenly dropped as it was suddenly filled with draconic energy from Aersus—the Soul Eater Dragon.
At this time, he fixed his molten gaze upon Rowena, the unsuspecting curator.
His draconic form, now humanoid, bore the weight of countless years, and a mere human could not receive such a gaze.
Rowena's breath hitched.
She had spent her life unraveling mysteries, but this—this was beyond her capabilities.
With a mere glance from Aersus, he ignited her very essence!
The room trembled.
Rowena's scream curdled in her throat, but before it could escape, her skin blistered, her bones turned to cinder.
She crumbled in the blink of an eye, proof of the Soul Eater's hunger, his wrath, and the abyss that churned within him.
***
On the next day, the morning sun crept over the rooftops of Veravale, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets.
