Silence filled the area after Damian finished telling the man everything.
The sun hung overhead, unchanging, but the air itself felt heavier now.
The man sat perfectly still, his breathing becoming rougher with each passing second.
Then his hair began to rise, crimson strands lifting as if caught by wind that didn't exist.
His eyes blazed, crimson light spilling out like fire.
"I... how dare..."
His voice came out low and dangerous, power radiating from him in waves.
"How dare that beggar treat my grandson like this?! Like some tool to be moved around a board?!"
His hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles going white.
"And that hooded bastard! Erasing memories! That son of a bitch!"
The broken sword materialized in his hand again, his grip so tight the weapon trembled.
"I... I..."
He stood abruptly, the movement sharp and violent.
The sword cut through the air in a slash that made reality itself seem to flinch.
