"Good morning, Lurah," Anos set down his cup and looked towards Lucien.
"Good morning, Father," Lucien replied perfunctorily. However, under the observation of his "Mind Reading" talent, he could clearly see that Anos's body seemed to be enveloped in a black filter, rendering his entire being in shades of black, as if wearing a terrifying filter.
Even upon closer inspection, one could glimpse an intermittent streak of crimson hidden beneath the churning blackness.
Malice, and very strong malice at that!
Lucien's spiritual power struggled to stabilize his emotions, which allowed him to maintain a normal expression. He hurriedly manipulated "Lurah" to sit down in his seat and then lowered his head, trying hard to shift his attention from Anos onto the food in front of him.
Crack—
