"FUCK!" he roared as his voice thundered through the sanctuary, and the violent surge of his aura sent tremors across the fractured domain while the cracks spread even further like veins across broken glass.
His breathing grew heavier with each passing second, and his eyes sharpened with unrestrained fury as his grip tightened to the point that the air around his hand distorted.
"They ran…" he muttered under his breath, yet the quietness of his words only made the anger within them more dangerous.
He turned sharply toward Steampunk, and the movement carried a clear intent that needed no explanation.
"I am stepping out, and I will hunt them down," he said, his tone cold and absolute as he prepared to move.
However, just as he was about to take that step a gentle voice echoed through the chaos, yet it carried a weight that forced everything to pause.
"You can't."
Kael stopped mid-motion, and his expression hardened instantly as he turned toward the source of that voice.
