Sharon's POV—
"That's his specialty, Sharon," said a new voice.
A shiver ran down my spine when I heard this voice. This was the same voice which I had heard in thar mansion… the 'hooded' man. How the fuck is he here?!
I jerked my head towards his direction. A man wearing blue and black robes came to my vision. His hair was golden in colour, while his eyes were similar to that of mine. But his face was full of scars. Yet, it didn't look scary. In a way, those scars complemented his face.
Unlike Rozefde, his aura was full of… darkness. His aura was anything but divine. He was not a god… but looking at Rozefde's angry face… I am not sure.
"Why are you here?" yelled Rozefde. His voice was full of hatred as if he wanted to tear up that guy into multiple pieces.
The man laughed and tilted his head. "Are you not happy to see me?"
Rozefde clenched his hands at his taunt. Okay, it's sure there's some bad blood between them.
