Ding...

Ding...

Ding...

The sound of his finger tapping against the jade cup was clearly very soft but for some odd reason, everyone felt as if his finger was pounding on their heartstrings, slowly and repetitively. A heavy and stifling pressure began to build in their chests.

His tapping fingers sounded like a death knell, like the sound of life slipping away.

The great hall fell into a hush as everyone’s eyes grew focused.

The Burning Moon God ...