There was a heavy sense of bloodlust hidden within it, so strong that some of the men instinctively lowered their heads and avoided looking directly at him. They couldn't help wondering how many people this man had killed to possess such a frightening presence.
The Dark Magician didn't seem to care about their reactions.
He didn't even acknowledge their presence as he continued walking toward Nick Adams, his footsteps remaining steady as he crossed the gathering hall. The people standing in his path instinctively moved aside, not daring to delay him for even a moment.
However, when he passed by Nora, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
Nora's body became tense.
The Dark Magician turned his head slightly, and beneath the shadow of the hood, the visible part of his pale face formed a wide, greedy grin. He didn't say anything, nor did he make any other movement before continuing toward the upper platform. As if she was already his prey, which he would deal with later.
