Aaaninja gritted his teeth as he tried to resist. His own presence attempted to flare outward, rising instinctively in defiance, but before it could even fully emerge, it was crushed as though it had never existed in the first place. Anthony didn't speak, instead, he walked forward with calm, measured steps toward Aaaninja, who was now kneeling under the overwhelming difference in sheer presence.
Coming to a stop before Aaaninja, Anthony gazed down at him. His eyes were calm, and his expression mirrored the serenity within them. There was no arrogance or hubris within his demeanor, no trace of mockery or pride. There was only the quiet confidence of someone who knew that he stood far beyond whatever goals even the most extraordinary anomalies could hope to accomplish.
Aaaninja's eyes burned with defiance.
