Chapter 310
Han's eyes snapped open, revealing a pair of deep icy blue orbs glowing like dying twilight. The moment those eyes opened, the pressure doubled. The Knull Lord, who had been barely holding himself upright, crashed to his knees with a heavy thud.
The pressure didn't stop with him. It slammed into everyone else, forcing their bodies down like the air itself wanted them buried.
What is this madness. Little One cursed. If he isn't the Firegod then who the hell is this impostor.
Ronan pressed both hands against the floor, muscles shaking, trying to stop himself from being flattened completely. Pain tore through him. Little One's question stabbed through his mind too. If that thing hovering in Han's body wasn't Han, then what exactly was it.
He had no answer. Not even a guess. The presence was too vast, too ancient, too unfathomable. Ronan couldn't begin to comprehend what kind of being had taken over his friend.
