"Why?!" Orin's expression flared with rage again. "I'll do it! Who are you to tell me what to do? I am the city lord not you!"
A calm smile spread across Varyn's face when heard this. He snapped his fingers, and a terrifying aura erupted from him.
Immediately, Orin's head slammed down onto the table in front of them.
Orin tried to sit back up but, a powerful suppression rendered him unmovable.
"Do you know who you are talking to?" Varyn asked coldly. "I made you. You should always remember that, Orin. You will do as I say."
"Y-yes!" Orin stammered, panic on his face. "Please let me go, Lord Varyn. I was wrong! Wrong!"
He showed the genuine look of fear, he knew what Varyn was capable of doing. Even after going insane, his subconscious mind didn't dare to defy Varyn.
Varyn waved his hand and released him.
Orin sucked in a deep breath, recovering from the pressure of Varyn's presence.
