[Bonus champter thanks to Bryson_Clark <3]
Sylas looked at the orb for only a moment before he turned his gaze to look into Boradora's eyes.
"Are you under the impression… that I fear your threat?"
In that moment, Boradora felt as though Sylas' voice was unlike any man's she had ever heard. It was deep, though not the deepest. It was calm, but it had a hidden edge to it that reflected across those equally calm eyes. It was soothing in an odd way that made you jolt, fearing that you might relax so much that you could very well lose your own life in the very next moment.
It was a voice laced with confidence, indifference—a complete disregard for threats she had made or could make.
Sylas hadn't summoned his crown of broken, bloodied swords, but at the moment, he embodied a Primus Imperium far more than any story, any legend, any random stray thought Boradora had ever had.
She could only describe the simple words with a single line:
Suffocating.
