Third Person's POV
Though many sensed that the originator of this power was not directly targeting them, their terror and instinctive reverence for such an unfathomably powerful existence surged to unprecedented heights.
Meanwhile, at the heart of the confrontation, the dark figure's coal black eyes flickered subtly for a brief second.
Then a rough, hoarse voice rang out from the black cloth covering his face, sounding like a chorus of multiple voices layered atop one another, with each whispering through the same throat.
"Don't even think about it, Miss Little Duchess… or I will instantly snuff out the life of our little friend here…"
The voice carried a strange, corrupting resonance, and if an ordinary person had heard it, merely hearing it would have been enough to shatter the mind, yet neither of the two women flinched.
Still, their expressions shifted instantly and started to darken with restrained anger and calculation.
