Chapter 623 Dalton Yarwood

The tall figure stood amidst the blood mist, completely unfazed by the surrounding evil spirits. The resentment couldn't touch him. Instead, they dissipated as they approached him. It wasn't due to any protective charm he carried, but rather, his very being instilled a profound fear in all souls. Wynter's mind cleared almost instantly. The distracting chant and the spirits under Gabby's control all halted their actions. Though their eyes remained blood-red and their forms grotesque, they respectfully lowered their gazes upon seeing the newcomer. They even created a path for him. The tall man wore a pure black wool coat. As he strode forward, he exuded the air of a businessman from Hawford—refined and gentlemanly, perhaps educated abroad with a hint of 19th-century etiquette. His face was strikingly handsome and cold. Only Wynter's fiancé could possess such a complex and intricate spiritual form. However, it seemed that this version of him from a century ago didn't have such a sho