The revelation of an impostor sent a jolt of fear through the district master, his eyes betraying his alarm.
How could such a deception occur? He had felt the ominous presence emanating from the man earlier, a presence that seemed to match the infamous cold-blooded death shadow envoy. The young man's detached demeanor, his every action, had convinced the district master of his authenticity. How, then, was it possible for him to be an impostor? The district master's thoughts raced, fear tightening its grip on him.
He silently thanked his lucky stars he was seated; had he been standing, his trembling knees might have betrayed him and sent him crashing to the floor.
The shadow took the girl's safety seriously. Losing her meant facing a punishment far graver than death. The shadow was not known for mercy; his ruthlessness and bloodthirstiness instilled terror in the hearts of all.