Northern's expression crumpled as it was immediately overwhelmed by dread, fear crawled across his skins with cold tips, his body shook uncontrollably.
'W–w–w—what?...'
Thinking straight at this moment was impossible. His nemesis was here again.
Why? Why now? Why again?
Just when he thought he had finally grasped victory by its helm and was going to lead his way out of this hellish realm. It came again.
What in the world is this nonsense?
Who wanted him dead so badly that would go to any extent to see their dreams come to fruition.
Was it the gods? Was it Rughsbourgh? Damnit who should he haunt after he dies?!!
'Huh…'
At once Northern's face became grim, void of any fears or emotion for a second.
'...you just thought about death didn't you?' He internally said to himself.
He tilted his head with a dangerous glimmer in his blue eyes.
