How Ella Met Ciri
"Boy, I am about eight hundred years old. The things I know and am capable of will mock the aura of death you wear so proudly." Ella waved a hand. "So strip it when you are in my presence."
The instant she waved her hand, Lenny suddenly felt lighter.
This was not a feeling that came from his immersion in the water.
No! It came from his mind, soul, and heart.
He couldn't help but take in deep breaths of air that felt very refreshing.
However, to say he relaxed more would be a Lie.
A killer like Lenny had killed and killed for so long and so much that he unconsciously carried an aura about him.
This was not his intentional killing Intent but an accumulation of curses by both man and beast that came from pure hatred and grievance.
It was a cry of suffering that they showered on Lenny after they left the world.