The room was charged with tension as the source revolved, the brothers sharing expressions of heated fury, and the sharp edge of unspoken threats that circled between them.
Vaeron took a slow deliberate step forward, the sharp click of his boot against the stone floor, echoing around the chamber.
His hazel eyes were cold with something far darker than anger, something that promised ruin. It was the kind of look that made lesser men lower their gaze but Greed stood without flinching, amber eyes gleaming with a defiance that bordered on delight, his presence no less formidable.
Before any of them could speak, "You could all leave," It was Elder Acheron who ordered, breaking the thick oppressive silence.
