An aura so strong and terrifying descended in the room, that for a moment everyone's breathing came to a halt.
The one affected most by it was none other than Brigham Flynn—the one who the oppressive aura was directed towards.
A drop of cold sweat trickled down the old man's forehead and he couldn't help but wonder in shock, Is this the aura of a Rank 2 Magus?
Impossible!
He got to his feet, albeit with slight difficulty, turned around and directly faced Adam. Despite standing, he still couldn't match the youth's height, and in the end, had to look up to him.
"What is the meaning of this, Adam?" He asked flatly. "I'll have you know that this is a highly punishable offence! Or have you forgotten? That I am still a Councilor of Ravenfell!"
"I know exactly who you are." Adam's eyes narrowed. "And if you value your position, or you life for that matter, you will choose your next words very carefully."
"Is that a threat?" Brigham's eyes spewed extreme hostility.
