Looking at the noble who seemed to have albinism in front of him, fear instantly filled Tai'er's heart.
How long had it been since he last felt fear? Ten years? Twenty years? Since he had become a Red Cardinal, fear seemed to have become a stranger to him.
He was a fierce vanguard of the Church Faction, fear should not have manifested in him.
But now, he was afraid.
He felt a pressure from this man like nothing he had ever experienced before; the intangible oppression almost made him lose the desire to resist.
When did this man enter? How long had he been here? Had he been in this room all along or had he come in with him? What was the trick he used to make his prosthesis stop working?
One question after another popped out of Tai'er's mind, but he now had no energy to speak.
