SLAP!
The harsh sound echoed off the stone walls of the basement, followed by the hoarse grunt as a man fell to his behind.
He looked up with a terrified expression, pulling back to shield his face from the approaching presence.
Prince Anthony stepped closer.
"N- No... Your Highness... P- Please have mercy—"
Anthony's fist enveloped with a gleaming blue mist, raising his clutched knuckles as his eyes narrowed at the shivering man.
The man's teary eyes widened, looking away as Anthony's hand darted forth — his fist paused midair.
The man remained huddled in the corner with stiffened shoulders and quivering lips, afraid to look up. Anthony's cold ocean eyes slowly trailed down, noticing the spreading moisture on the man's pants.
His face scrunched in disgust, taking a step back as he watched the excuse of a man quiver in his own fluid.
"Sylus?" Anthony called in a rather calm tone, straighten the fabric of his sleeves.
