Seeing Bravus's pale, terrified face, Clayton couldn't help but feel a flicker of satisfaction. He was tempted to mess with the man a little more—to vent all the emotions he had long buried because of people like him.
Boom!
A flash of lightning lit up the corridor, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. The sudden jolt startled both Clayton and Bravus. For a brief moment, the shock snapped Bravus out of the illusion.
But his clarity didn't last. The sharpness in his eyes quickly faded, replaced once again by that same dull, vacant stare.
Clayton stood still, catching his breath, heart pounding from the thunder. The adrenaline rush had nearly given him a heart attack. After calming down, his mind returned to focus.
The urge to toy with Bravus vanished. He didn't want to risk things backfiring. He remembered the movies from his previous life—villains always lost because they talked too much. And while Clayton didn't consider himself a villain, that lesson felt universal.
