Sanir watched with growing unease as Eric vented his rage on the head maid. Though he thought Eric was pushing things too far, considering the maid's status as one of the De Gor family's loyal attendants, he knew that Eric's position as a main branch noble meant he could get away with it.
Besides, Sanir had his own frustrations—he had been itching to use his skills on the attendant back in Eric's room but hadn't had the chance. As Eric threw the maid to the floor, a sudden, bone-chilling cold gripped Sanir's spine.
A sense of dread washed over him as he turned to the side. His body tingled with fear, and his face drained of colour as he saw something approaching—something not entirely human. Cloaked in a dark blue aura, its monstrous visage seemed to emerge from the shadows, its jaws wide open in a silent snarl.
