The Demroitus was circling them now, in a lazy manner. Rosamund could feel the fear thicken as more growls were heard from behind the foggy mist. She was ready and so was every capable soldier that had completely shut off their emotions. Among the thick haze of fear, Rosamund detected the dominating emotions coming to her in strong wafts from Ruslan. He was standing tall, his spine rigid and steeled, his chest rumbling with growls. Those growls that he was emitting were different from anything she had ever heard. They were of low baritone with a deepness and cruelty in them. From the moment she had met him, she had never known him to be cruel, but among every army in the realm, Ruslan was dubbed as Erebus, the personification of darkness. There were many rumors regarding his nickname. Some
