(Leo's Isolated Mansion, The Time Stilled World, Chaosbringer's POV)
The tension in the room was thick enough to be sliced with a knife, as Chaosbringer and Leo sat across from one another with passive-aggressive smiles tugging at their lips, the kind of smiles shared only by men who trusted each other absolutely yet still recognized the sheer danger both were capable of unleashing, as the soft glow of the mansion's lanterns washed over their faces and highlighted the silent killing intent stirring inside both.
Chaosbringer rested his gloved hands atop the table, leaning forward enough to signal respect without diminishing his own anger about the matter, as he spoke in an icy cold tone.
