Kaeleth straightened with a slow, unnatural deliberation that made Rex's skin crawl. It wasn't the movement of a man recovering from a blow; it was the movement of a predator reasserting its dominance.
His face was no longer a composed administrative mask; it was a contorted visage of divine rage, his features twisted into something primal and terrifying.
His eyes didn't just glow; they burned with an incandescent fury that seemed to sear the very air in the room, threatening to consume everything in its path.
The measured administrator was dead. In his place stood something ancient, something terrible, something that predated morality itself.
"Because it IS working," Kaeleth spat.
The words didn't just carry sound; they carried physical force, vibrating with such murderous intent that the air itself seemed to bleed at the frequency of his voice.
With a contemptuous sweep of his hand, Kaeleth gestured toward Rex. "Look at yourself, mortal!"
