"You arrogant piece of shit."
Malik yelled as he charged toward Alex—but then, before he could reach him, a figure dropped from above and landed squarely in his path.
"Enough."
The voice was sharp. Final.
And the moment the word left his mouth, a deathly aura exploded outward, blanketing the entire room like a suffocating fog.
It was like a switch flipped.
Both Malik and Alex froze mid-motion.
They hadn't sensed him coming. They hadn't prepared for the pressure.
But now, caught in it, their bodies locked up—reflexes thrown off by the crushing weight of his presence.
For a moment.
Then both adjusted. Just like that.
As if reminded of who they were.
The air hung heavy between them. Not from heat. Not from frost.
But from tension.
Malik's sword scraped the floor behind him as he stood, leaving a long, thin groove in the polished stone.
