Omus's grin twisted, shifting to a cold expression as he raised his dominant hand and pointed directly at Minos. In an instant, the colossal beings behind him surged forward at his silent command. Omus had no further interest in exchanging words.
"We'll see if you can live up to those threats," that was all Omus said before vanishing into the void, leaving Minos alone in the air, surrounded by the towering, monstrous figures now advancing with terrifying intent.
Hovering calmly, Minos remained unfazed as his six luminous wings flapped lightly, the golden feathers casting a faint glow across his immediate surroundings. Slowly, he closed his eyes, exhaling with measured calm, even as the thunderous footfalls of the enemy giants drew closer. Raising his hands outward, palms open in opposite directions, he extended their reach to the maximal distance, as though channeling something unseen between them.
