The air seemed to have solidified.
The half-open stone gate of the Nightmare Monastery at this moment was like the giant mouth of a beast selecting its prey to devour, while the hunched old man standing in the shadow of the doorway exuded an aura that made one's very soul tremble in fear.
That was definitely not an aura that the head of a monastery should emit!
"Hehe."
The old man's laughter echoed in the ears of Fao and the others, hoarse and hollow.
He slowly raised his head, and in the shadows beneath his hood, two ghostly purple lights flickered on and off, like eyes peering from the abyss at the mortal realm.
"Children, it seems you have misunderstood something."
And as his voice fell, an invisible pressure spread out from the old man as the center.
It was not purely epic coercion, but a more eerie power.
The Paladins felt a moment of disorientation, as if countless indistinct whispers were boring into their eardrums, trying to pry open their mental defenses.
