I'm going to die.
Dead, dead, dead.
A thought suddenly surfaced in Jeremiah's mind, and every scheme he had been harboring was shattered by the icy premonition of death.
He had no idea how he had been discovered while hiding in the ventilation duct, but there was clearly only one outcome to being found: death.
The sturdy ventilation duct was sliced apart as easily as butter. The incomparably sharp power halberd carved out a circle without cutting Jeremiah's coat.
With a scream, Jeremiah was forcibly sent tumbling out of the ventilation duct. If he had not reacted quickly, shielding his vital parts and landing in a way that dispersed the force, that fall would probably have put him out of commission for a week.
"Get up. Haven't you been watching all this time?" A deep, highly magnetic male voice sounded beside Jeremiah's ear, making his scalp tingle.
Jeremiah gritted his teeth and nimbly climbed to his feet. He did not know whether he would survive, but he had to make a fight of it at least.
Only when the Night Lord stood before him did Jeremiah truly realize how tall he was. The other man was at least 2.7 meters tall, and even among the other Night Lords, he was undoubtedly the tallest and strongest.
When he raised his head and cautiously tried to observe the other man's expression, all he could see was the savage skull on his chest and that cold, grim face looking down at him.
An intangible terror rose from within him. Even though the Night Lord had done nothing, the Rogue Trader felt so tense that he could barely breathe.
The other man seemed like an evil ghost that had crawled from countless corpses and pools of blood. A fierce, baleful aura naturally radiated from