Silence, only interrupted by a cough here and there, dominated the tense air that clung around the Countess. Ash was at a complete loss—he’d never experienced pressure of this magnitude before.
‘Even Evitagen doesn’t put on an air like this.’
That realization lit an attentive fire in the young elf’s eyes. The edges of his mouth curved into a polite smile.
“Ash Tsuga, at your service,” he said....