Chapter 46
To my left, several yards away from where I stood, materialized a cloaked figure. His white presence was the only source of light against the red stain in this realm. A glow enveloped his whole persona — an aura, or most likely a reflection of purity. It hummed, like a vibration you would feel when electricity was running. A normal mortal would not be able to sense it. As the vibrations reached me, I felt a calmness that repressed my apprehension. Though the hood was up and casted shadows over where his face should be, I felt sure he was smiling.
"Who are you?" I demanded, more curious than I sounded terrified. "Speak, or face my wrath."
Even in shadows hidden, the cloaked figure raised a brow. "Wrath is not known here. This is neutral ground, Priestess; enmity does not exist
