A quiet hum settled over the lab like static. Kain didn't move. Neither did Lord Storm.
Dorian's single gleaming eye lingered on Kain far too long.
And then—
A wave of pressure swept through the air like a silent storm.
Lord Storm hadn't spoken. Hadn't moved a single muscle. But the aura he released was enough to make the walls vibrate faintly. Not a threat. Not an attack. Just a simple, inevitable truth whispered into the air.
Try anything and die.
The hungry gleam in Dorian's eye dulled instantly. But it was not completely extinguished.
Kain felt the air return to his lungs. He didn't look away from Dorian, but he did shift just slightly behind Lord Storm's side, masking the motion by crossing his arms. The man had barely done anything. Just that subtle aura. But it worked better than a threat ever could.
And Dorian… didn't protest.
