The voice that had spoken was low and hushed. It brought shiver to those who hear the voice with the maliciousness that could clearly picked out from the voice. There was no one inside the room except for Elise and Ian who was watching Ernest and the boy was alone in the room but neither of them had spoken. The voice had came from the fourth person in the room who had just appeared from thin air.
Ernest's expression was full of shock as he didn't expect another person in the room he was in. He still remembered how the wounds and injury on his back was inflicted by and grew afraid it was those people again. Ernest quickly pushed himself to the corner of the room as if to blend in with the wall. "Who is that?!" He demanded.
Laughter echoed in the room, one that caused Ernest's hair to curl.
Elise frowned as she understood what part of the past this is to Ernest. This was Ernest's turning point before he became the dark sorcerer lord. "It's Apollyon."
