Chapter 372: Father and Son, Bound in Chains

Felix Yare lowered himself into his seat, his voice iced over. "You've got some nerve, provoking me." Salvatore Casson arched a brow. "A measly charm-spirit, and you think I'd be afraid to touch you? The only reason you're still sitting there talking is because I was in a decent mood." "Smack!" Felix slammed the table. The space around them warped, and Salvatore caught a glimpse of a hellscape of corpses and blood. The stench of killing intent was so thick it turned the stomach. Atop the mountain...