Third Person's POV
The moment he finished speaking, a heavy silence descended upon the circular study.
The atmosphere that had relaxed slightly after their previous conversation instantly became oppressive once more.
The old man's expression darkened at a visible rate, and Ethan felt a strange chill crawl up his spine when he saw it.
For the first time since entering this tower, Dominic's mask seemed to crack.
It was only for a moment, but Ethan felt as though he had glimpsed something that had remained hidden beneath countless years of smiles, schemes, and careful words.
A loathsome aura suddenly seemed to radiate from Dominic's whole being.
It wasn't mana, nor was it soul pressure, yet Ethan still felt an urge to frown and get away from this place.
The sensation was strange and difficult to explain.
It felt as if the old man sitting before him had suddenly become something ugly and something rotten.
