The words hung in the air, heavy and cruel.
...Grip!
"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Gray!?" Selene tightened her grip on her sword, her teeth grinding together.
Gray gave a faint smirk, though his eyes remained lifeless.
"It means exactly what it sounds like."
The air around him trembled faintly, a dark pressure leaking from his body.
The ground beneath his feet cracked slightly, small pieces of dust floating upward from the force alone.
Lyra's heart pounded hard in her chest.
"…You're serious?" She could barely breathe as she whispered.
Gray didn't respond.
He simply lowered his stance, the blade of his rapier shifting to his side, the tip angled slightly upward, the stance of someone ready to cut down anyone who stepped forward.
Even without a word, the message was clear.
He wasn't joking.
At his words, Selina took a shaky step forward and spoke reluctantly.
