Vegeta released an intense bloodlust after making that statement.
This time it was worse. So much worse.
His shadows didn't just darken—they seemed to come alive, writhing and twisting like serpents. The ground beneath Vegeta's feet cracked, small fissures spreading outward. His eyes became completely black, no whites visible, just solid darkness that seemed to swallow light.
The pressure was crushing. Overwhelming. Aldric felt his knees trying to buckle, felt his body screaming at him to bow, to submit, to acknowledge the apex predator in front of him.
One of his guards did collapse, falling to his knees and gasping for air like a drowning man.
"Are you making a fool of me?" Vegeta's voice had gone cold. Dead. The voice of someone who'd killed countless times and felt nothing doing it. "Is this some kind of joke? Because I'm not laughing anymore, Commander."
Aldric forced words through his constricted throat. "It's not—not a joke—"
