Chapter 212: Awakening of the Butcher

The grand oak doors of the Casson manor swung inward without a sound, an invitation into a maw of darkness. Peter Zorn stepped across the threshold, the oppressive silence of the grand foyer a stark contrast to the storm of energy he felt gathering around him. The air was heavy, laced with a cloying scent of stale incense and a chilling malice that prickled his skin. He didn't have to wait long. From the shadows of a sweeping staircase, a figure detached itself. He was an old man, clad in the...