Countless thoughts tore through Ozai's mind, but none brought clarity, only fury. His expression twisted with rage as he glared at Bruce, his entire body trembling with restrained hatred. The air between them seemed to thrum with tension.
"Now you're done," Ozai said, his voice low and venomous. "Playtime is over."
The words reverberated through the cave, heavy and final. For the first time, there was no arrogance in his tone, only cold intent. He had found his spark back which was a good thing for Bruce...
Bruce tilted his head slightly, calm as ever, and gave a small nod. "That's the spirit."
The simple response was like oil poured over fire. Ozai's fists clenched. His breathing grew rough. Every syllable from Bruce's mouth only deepened his fury.
"Fire God Incarnate," Ozai said finally, his tone eerily calm after a deep inhale. He knew anger was power, but also poison. If he let it control him, it would burn him from within. But controlled? It could burn the world instead.
