Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers
Only an occasional glint of coldness flashed in their depths, like ice that had never melted in ten thousand years, sending chills down one's spine.
His gaze fell on the black-robed man, and he said nothing, simply watching him. That look seemed to exert an invisible pressure, making the man tremble even more, his breathing growing cautious and shallow.
"Speak." Mystic Vale's voice was low and hoarse, like two blocks of ice grinding together, utterly devoid of warmth but carrying an unquestionable authority. With just one word, the black-robed man stiffened all over, hurriedly raising his head to reveal a face full of panic, cold sweat beading on his forehead and sliding down his cheeks to s