Brand felt the air grow heavy as if a storm was about to burst. The Wyrm was looking at him closely. Bloodlust emitted from it, spreading across the space like wildfire.
The once pure white scales had turned crimson in an instant. At that moment, Brand felt a rush of killing intent wash over his face. He even wavered, unable to find stability in his footing.
After a short period of the bombardment of killing intent, the Wyrm had cooled down and retrieved its aura. But he was still not recovered from the earlier display of power.
'Not terrible at all. Mental fortitude is extraordinary. You must have a terrible time under the woman's care.'
The words struck him. He did not need further evidence. The woman that the Wyrm spoke of was Seraphim. But from the way it spoke, it was as if they were acquaintances.
'How did the Wyrm know Seraphim?'
'Seraphine told me before, Seraphim can't manifest in the world because it would consume the World's Karma with only her existence.'
