Silence engulf the whole banquet hall, a tiny pin can be heard if it drop. Then the people started swallowing hard, a few tugging at the collar of their tops. It was suffocating in here, yet the air was colder than the North Pole.
What was scary about this scene was not the smack that rang throughout the room, but the strikingly tall, lean, and charismatic man who suddenly arrive and blocked it.
Nothing was more terrifying than seeing his dangerous placid expression. It was hard to read his emotions when his eyes were so cold and lifeless.
Publicly displaying anger was one thing, but acting so calm was another. Looking at the man's face while he held Anton Salvatore's hand was like looking at the Death King himself. The people could practically see the wispy ghosts swirling around th
