Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.
In his fixed and old mind, he believed that this can't be happening right now.
Being blind from birth, the old man has never been able to see—but being a Werewolf Hybrid allowed him to feel the world through his other senses. Currently, he could hear a faint hum, low and pulsing, like two opposing forces grinding against each other.
At where Lucivar stood, the old man sensed the space around him trembled with an unnatural weight.
It was as if the world itself recoiled from whatever he held.
Some form of energy—two advanced versions of the regular ether hovered on Lucivar's hand.
A deep, hissing sound slithered through the air, one moment smooth and fluid, the next violent and also erratic—as if two unseen entities coiled and struck at each other, locked in an endless struggle. Both heat and chill pulsed in waves, clashing in a way that sent a prickling sensation down the spine.
