"Since you won't let us go, I'll make you regret it!" Amon roared. He seemed fiercer than usual. He was far beyond the usually calm and indifferent.
"Amon!" Ariel's voice echoed in the air, full of worry and fear, as she watched his transformation.
The image of Amon, usually calm and indifferent, was replaced by a wild and formidable warrior. The atmosphere around him had changed dramatically, becoming heavy and almost oppressive.
However, despite the sinister aura he exuded, the girls were not afraid of him, instead, they were full of concern, especially after knowing that he had injected a genetic serum with intense side effects.
Mabel was even more surprised to see that Amon did not seem to be suffering. She knew that the serum he had used should cause unbearable pain.
What she did not understand was that, during his 18 years of life, Amon had learned to restrain his emotions, hiding both pain and pleasure, a necessity imposed by his unique genetics.
