Chapter ElevenClosing his crimson eyes briefly, Nunvaret focused his hatred into an even more intense sensation. As he did the shadow rippled sinuously towards them, reflecting sparks of indigo torchlight and wavering smoky dimness as the Praetor released the darkness surrounding him. It fell to his feet like a discarded robe, pooling around him upon the floor where it continued to waver like heavy smoke stirred by hot air instead of dissipating entirely. The moment he extricated himself from the cowl of blackness, every guard standing in the dim hall closed their eyes and lowered their heads, neither able to look upon him nor willing to risk doing so under any circumstance, but the triplet of Demonfey stood in abject horror and astonishment; struck into silence by the sight of him.
Uxvag
