The forest's space was still trembling under the pressure of Walterk's presence.
His massive axe rested on his shoulder, and the army behind him stood waiting in a heavy silence, but before he could take another step, his gaze suddenly shifted away from Daniel.
And fixed on Elisira.
That look alone was enough to make the princess's breath catch in her chest. The feeling was not like when she was facing Daniel.
Daniel was terrifying, but his calmness was more like a cold void. He never used his aura and presence alone to frighten someone.
And especially the indifference in the depths of Daniel's eyes made her realize that as long as she didn't do anything wrong, her life would be safe.
But Walterk…
He was like an ancient predator who had smelled blood and death thousands of times.
A raw, heavy, instinctive pressure radiated from his gaze; a pressure that even made the mana around Elisira unstable.
