Feeling Synes's heavy, murderous intent, Darion stood still, not moving a muscle; he was fully aware of just how powerful the person staring at him was.
That pressure wasn't just mental; it seemed to sink into his body, forcing him to remain motionless out of sheer instinct for survival.
Yet everything about him was primed to react… but nothing happened.
His muscles remained tense, ready to respond at any moment, though that moment never came.
Synes did not attack. He didn't even shift his stance; he watched him, with that faint smile that seemed out of place amid the destruction.
The wind swept ash between them, drifting through the shattered streets of Arkham, crashing against cracked walls and structures on the verge of collapse.
The particles floated in the air, spinning slowly before disappearing into the distance.
In the distance, a house finally gave way with a sharp crack, raising a cloud of dust that mingled with the blood-heavy air.
