A shiver of fear rippled through Klaus, causing him to retreat a few steps. He had just seen the octopus reduced to a pile of ashes with a single utterance from the man on the dragon's head. Fear was etched into every line of Klaus's face, so much so that the instinct to flee had been completely obliterated.
Klaus knew that his only chance of survival was at the mercy of these four individuals. Even if he summoned every ounce of his strength and power, escape was a fantasy.
The man in the black robe spoke, his voice a soft whisper against the silent air. "I mean you no harm, prince. I merely want to have a conversation with you." A slow, unsettling smile spread across his lips.
Klaus eyed him suspiciously, his gaze flicking between the man and his three companions. He swallowed hard, the dryness in his throat a stark contrast to the cold sweat trickling down his spine.
"What do you want?" Klaus managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.
