Karnath's heart seized when Zarok announced their master's arrival. A sudden dark, oppressive force seemed to blanket the room, thickening the air and casting an unnatural chill over them. Their master's presence loomed from behind a long, shadowed table where he sat.
He was an unsettling silhouette in the dim light — a pair of foxy violet eyes, jet-black hair, and when he lit the candle at his table, his imposing form became more vivid.
Eugene and the others immediately composed themselves, heads bowed in perfect unison – except for Karnath, who couldn't tear his gaze away, momentarily entranced by their master's cold, ethereal beauty.
Sensing Karnath's hesitation, Vaelin snapped his hand down on Karnath's neck, forcing him to the ground until his head pressed against the cold floor, though Karnath did not complain.
