Stepping on the floor...each step he took brought with it...a sense of unease....dread and calamity foreboding.
He had a narrowed brow as he didn't know if it's just a primal emotion or a cursed spirit.
If it's a primal emotion...then he had rooms for victory. But if it's a cursed spirit that's bringing about such a dreadful death...despair foreboding.
Then...he knew he wouldn't have it easy.
"Why would the mysterious being even set up such trials in the first place."
Zeras mused with a narrowed brow.
'Isn't he already above such level of power. Or is he trying to create an heir...one that's a psycho just like himself'
"But still...how is that even possible. Saint Charles hasn't even been born at such a point in time...and most definitely. Even his fore fathers and Ancestors were most likely not witnesses of such a...secret."
