Owen stood in midair, surrounded by an almost tangible, menacing aura, especially his eyes, which were as sharp as two long spears, making it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze.
Facing Owen's cold and harsh questioning, Henry and the others exchanged glances, swallowing nervously, but they still hesitated, unwilling to mention anything about Middle Earth.
Seeing their hesitation, Owen waved his hand, and Seraphina appeared beside him.
The massive snake rubbed its head against Owen's arm, flicking its tongue, with thick saliva dripping from its mouth as if it were searching for a suitable meal.
With Owen's gaze fixed on them, the group already felt as if they were on pins and needles.
Now, with Seraphina staring them down, a strong sense of impending doom filled each of their hearts.
Henry and the others were like delicate flowers raised in a greenhouse, and their mental defenses instantly collapsed.
