An eerie silence gripped the small crowd of youths.
The Talented stared at the dark tenebrous figure in shock.
Sarenus emanated a terrifying aura of power and dread that wafted off him in waves stunning the Talented around him.
The darkness shifted subtly around him, a thick wave of pressure permeating the air.
The Talented subconsciously stepped back from the menacing dark form, giving him a wide berth.
Sarenus turned his gaze to the two burly youths who had been standing guard in front of Anthony's makeshift throne, piercing them with a menacing, fiery glare.
The two boys audibly gulped taking several steps back in fear. Beads of perspiration rolled down their foreheads.
Sarenus cocked his head, his lips widening into an eerie smile.
Brilliant tongues of luminescent white flames leaked from his mouth, adding to his already terrifying appearance.
"Should I kill them?"
