Then the shadow vanished and I breathed in really hard, like I was in a very deep pool. What the hell happened?
Did he just mind fuck me while I was standing here in his library? My lower body is still tingling….Damn it.
But the "Big Boss" logic in my brain was currently flashing a 404 Error. Every corporate instinct told me to negotiate, to push him back, to remind him that I had a God of War on my speed dial.
"What did you do to me?"
"Oh, I didn't do anything, little Agro."
But the physical reality of the Under-Realm was a different beast entirely.
My 65-kilo "Super-Tank" frame, built for endurance and industrial management, was vibrating with a frequency that matched the hum of the library's ancient scrolls.
