The silence in the plaza was brittle, liable to shatter at any moment.
Around Damien, the liquid mercury of the street rippled violently.
A dozen more Argentan guards glided forward, their bodies flowing like water before hardening into jagged, chrome spikes.
They surrounded the trio, their faceless heads reflecting Damien's mask.
"You dare?" the Captain of the Guard vibrated, his arm morphing into a massive silver lance.
"You dare freeze a citizen of the Silver Faction? This is an act of war, Solid!"
Hearing this Damien didn't draw his sword.
He didn't even look at the Captain. He kept his boot resting on the frozen, statue-like head of the guard he had just neutralized.
"War?" Damien scoffed, his voice distorted and metallic behind his mask.
"More like priest control." He snorted, as someone who had been in the abyss for so long, he knew that he couldn't afford to look weak in any situation
So with that in mind, he pressed down.
*CRACK.!*
