CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN
So far, I’ve only seen one member of the Rhoder Tribe, and even that I had not been entirely sure about. But seeing this figure before me, I feel a different sort of terror seize me.
Their eyes are pitch black, no pupil, no iris. It’s hard to to understand how someone is feeling when you can’t see their eyes.
It has a humanoid face, a blue robe covering its body.
“Demon,” its voice is cold, striking fear within me.
There’s power in its voice. Ancient power.
I stand there frozen in fear and then the one holding my chain, yanks it, making me fall to the ground on my knees. It’s a humiliating position but I’m not really in a position to argue right now.
Damien, where are you?!
My desperation is growing. There is no way I can get out of this situation as badly injured as I am.
“You got our message?”
The creature standing in the doorway tilts his head before studying me, “You brought us the Righ.”