A tremor of silence gripped the chamber after the words "He… never left…" faded.
Then, one by one, realization struck them.
Erend felt the hair on his neck rise as an invisible chill crawled down his spine. The air thickened once more with a cold presence that crept like unseen eyes staring into their very souls.
"He's watching us…" he thought grimly. And by the look in Aesa and Eccar's eyes, they felt it too.
They weren't alone in this tower or in this world. They never had been.
However, Krono's expression didn't twist into chill like them. His eyes still flared with pure, burning rage. He took a single step forward.
"So where is that coward right now?" he asked coldly. His voice carried the sharp promise of violence that he was ready to unleash.
The mass of flesh pulsed and convulsed again, letting out a long wet sound that could only be described as a mixture between a whimper and a groan of agony.
