Evander's Point Of ViewMarcellous's eyes remained locked dead onto Raven's, refusing to break eye contact for even a fraction of a second as the sheer weight of his presence pressed down on the warlock's chest. I casually stepped past the frozen warlock, inviting myself right through the front doors as Marcellous and I walked straight into the manor's great hall. The air inside smelled of dust, mold, and decaying wood. Marcellous slowly walked in a wide circle around Raven, tracking him like an apex predator evaluating a piece of meat. He circled the man twice, let out a sharp, dismissive click of his tongue, and casually strolled over to sit down on a large, velvet-backed armchair sitting near the cold fireplace. Raven was already beginning to visibly shake. Beads of cold sweat were breaking out across his forehead, his pale skin turning an unhealthy shade of grey. I had a sudden, overwhelming urge to walk over, pat the poor bastard on the shoulder, and whisper: ‘Yeah, man...
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