Chapter 46: Fire at the Brow

Brock Yale's face stayed blank, cold as ice. The pressure rolling off him was so frightening that the moment he stood by the hot spring, it felt as if the entire pool lost its warmth in an instant. The people facing him trembled nonstop, scared out of their minds… A middle-aged man from Great Island, likely the supervisor here, clomped out in wooden clogs while tying the sash of his bathrobe. The second he spotted Brock Yale, his brows knotted in fury. "What the hell are you, barging in here...