"Eva Arimitsche…" Sir Lontan whispered, trying to determine if it was an important name, but he couldn't recall anything.
His hands quickly typed it out, and he found it before he could even fully tap out the surname.
Giving it one click, his eyes quietly surveyed, narrowing as he scanned, but then a bizarre expression curved on his face.
Everlearn caught every movement, and his racing heart plummeted as he beheld the last, most unsettling expression.
He couldn't hold on any longer, asking in a thick, almost beastly voice:
"What is it?"
"Huuuh… She's Dead?"
BOOOOOOOM!
The second those words were uttered, the chair Everlearn sat on was blown to dust, a crater opening on the ground.
A terrifying aura that sent everything pressing against the ground burst out from him, sinking even the bed to the floor.
Sir Lontan had it the hardest.
The chair beneath him broke, and he was sent to the ground, pinned down chest flat.
'What...Horrifying...Pressure!'
