10-20-2025, 01:59 AM
The blue current danced and hissed around his fingers, casting flickering light across the room. Gasps rose from the men. Chairs scraped again, but this time no one stood. No one dared. Eyes darted to Zholdin. He felt the room watching him, waiting for orders. And for a split second, Zholdin flinched. It was instinct, survival. Like an animal cornered. He didn’t let it show for long.
Zholdin squared his shoulders. His jaw tightened. His eyes were cool as vodka. He opened his stance. He didn’t know what the hell he was supposed to do. What it would feel like. If he even could.
Zholdin squared his shoulders. His jaw tightened. His eyes were cool as vodka. He opened his stance. He didn’t know what the hell he was supposed to do. What it would feel like. If he even could.
There is nothing false in the words of demons