|| Chapter 375 || Ah, My Golden Savior
"You look afraid…."
Alha's voice is thick with delight. His eyes looked as if they could strip away the intrepidity from the youth's dauntless silver eyes. But it was true. Moulin could not deny the fear sinking inside him. A foreboding feeling crawled up his spine, making him falter and hesitate. The potent scent of evil wafting from that large looming pitch-black hand threatened every bit of his being like being forced to intake a whole bottle of deadly poison. Moulin's heart pounded within his chest. He paled as Alha continued to suck away his vitality and slowly introduced him to a different kind of torment.
"The pain will be quick…" Alha spoke as though in comfort. His dark fingertips ominously hovered over Moulin's quivering eyes, casting shadows on those trembling silver pupils.
'No…' Fists clenched.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind flared past them, hauling the ambiance of frightful golden essence. Both flinched.