Chapter 1071: Can I Be Considered a Tyrant?
The young child wrapped in blankets was shivering under the bed, his trembling body unsure whether it was due to the cold or fear.
Every breath he exhaled barely left his body before it condensed into a mist, the surrounding air so bitterly cold that even though it was midsummer, frost formed on the ground around him.
Of course, the sudden drop in temperature alone was not enough to instill fear in the child. What truly terrified him was the persistent aura of death in the air and the enveloping silence around him.
Just a quarter of an hour before, when he had been stuffed under this bed, the surroundings had been anything but silent. He remembered the irritating noise and clamor, but now all those sounds had vanished.
The origin of this nightmarish scene was the black mist that rolled in from all around. He could still recall the fear and panic on the faces of his uncles and brothers when they saw the mist.