"I'll make you regret that."
A sharp hum pierced the silence. Crimson veins streaked from the sanguine's eyes like twisted branches, racing across his body.
His muscles swelled, straining against his clothes, his height increased, and the ground beneath him cracked under the sheer weight. An ethereal bloody aura curled around him, chilling the air. His fingers lengthened into gleaming claws as his crimson eyes burned with a savage light.
The sanguine seemed more demon than man.
Zephyrion watched it all with an impassive look, idly counting in his head.
'10… 11… 12…'
"What? Cat got your tongue? Scared, aren't you?" The sanguine's voice came out as a growl. "Doesn't matter. Nothing you do is going to save you, or those spoiled little brats running away right now."
Zephyrion felt a gaze lingering just outside the cave. He inwardly sighed.
Lumi, of course.
