Chapter 457 – Hands
"Ah…father…father I think I am in love."
Romia whispered, her smile so unnaturally wide it was a chilling sight to witness. She leaned her back even further on the wall, looking around in hidden awe.
"The goddess indeed loves you, Asael." She slurred, "this much affinity is rare. Since when? Wasn't it since the First Empress of the Damned Empire?"
Only her, the one known as the Maid of the Murdered Sun, was able to unleash such power of shadows according to the Historian of Threnovar.
That knowledge was not a soothing one, for Romia knew that the Goddess of Shadows never blessed a mortal just because he was a wonder for sore eyes.
Something was at play. Something dangerous. Yet it was that something dangerous that made her tremble in hidden, twisted joy.
'Don't run away from me, Asael.' She moaned internally. 'For the more you run, the more I want to catch you.'
