Narg knelt before me, and for a moment, I just stared at him.
The aura rolling off his body was different — heavier, darker, unsettling in a way that made the small hairs on my arms rise.
It wasn't chaotic or wild like Dribb's, nor was it grounded and calm like Gobbo's.
This was… ominous.
The kind of ominous that said: if you mess with me, you will regret it.
And this was only from [Graveborn], the shamanic skill line I had shared with him earlier.
Before this, Narg never gave off anything close to this level of danger.
Since his evolution, he was always stoic, composed, reliable — but this was different. This was power with teeth.
"How do you feel?" I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the weight sitting in the air between us.
Narg lifted his head slowly, and the reverence in his eyes was unmistakable.
"I feel great, Chief. Strong and powerful."
Then he bowed his head again, deeper this time.
"Thank you for entrusting me with such a powerful skill," Narg said.
