Blooming Sapling Part Five

A crawling sensation coursed through Fell as he gazed at the face of the entity named Thol'Yr. The controlled facial expression of the third realm cultivation reeked of fake demeanor and made him reaffirm his thought. That man, or that entity, whatever it was called in her planet was something that needed to be taken down.

At any cost.

"Those eyes…", mumbled Thol'Yr softly while looking at Fell's face. "This isn't the face one makes when he is prone to a calm conversation."

"You want to fight me?" Thol'Yr didn't stop as he deciphered the emotion dwelling in Fell's eyes.

The young cultivator heard the entity calmly analyze his train of thoughts, causing a cold sensation to bask around his constricted heart. Fell's pupil turned into slits as he hissed a sharp breath of air, he closed his eyes, shutting off his senses before softly exhaling the contents of his lungs.