A feeling of rage and uncertainty coursed through Elder Norsemen as he darted his eyes around the living room.
Suddenly, Damon walked into the room and their eyes unintentionally locked.
“I don't like your kind in my territory,” Damon said, walking further into the room.
“I don't want to be here either.” Elder Norsemen said, swaying his gaze away from Damon's yellow eyes.
“Then why are you here? Before you speak, rethink your words carefully because of one wrong statement, and you will not leave this place. At least not with air in your lung.”
“I know the weapon you need to be able to kill Neron.”
It became awfully silent as Damon glared at Elder Norsemen, wondering what to do with him.
After focusing on his thoughts for a while, he sat down and said, “Neron can't be killed. He's a
