Solomon closed his eyes as tight as he could, not daring to twitch a muscle. Maybe it was because he was a fifth ring vampire, close to the deity status of the ninth ring but he knew that this was a deity over deities.
The being was immense, its power unimaginable, and though it was currently asleep, he instinctively knew that waking it would be catastrophic. The primal fear that was gripping him intensified at the thought, every fiber of his being begging him to remain still, to do nothing that might draw the attention or even worse, rouse the ancient entity.
In the next moment, the being's Aura descended upon him and he was almost wiped from existence. His soul shuddered and almost disintegrated, held in place by the sheer force of his will.
