11-28-2025, 07:22 PM
Invisible threads tightened around him. Around his men. Zholdin could see Mikov shifting in place, eyes flicking with sudden unease. Limon tried to take a step and couldn’t. Everyone was caught in some unseen snare. But Zholdin... he was lifted. Just slightly. Toes brushing the mat. A fraction off the floor, but it made his blood spike.
His fists clenched. Muscles strained. Rage boiled behind his teeth. Dante’s instructions echoed in his brain.
Zholdin tried. He reached inward, toward some imagined core. Toward rage, pride, will. He imagined spitting in the dreyken's face all over again, daring it to bite. Nothing. He imagined spitting in Dante's face now. The arrogance, the smirk, the condescension. Still nothing. His teeth bared.
A low sound crawled out of his throat. A growl, deep and feral. The sound of a man caged one inch too long. Zholdin snarled, eyes burning holes through Dante. "Come on... come on…”
But no flame came. No lightning. No power surged through his veins. Only fury.
"You said it's mine,” he hissed. "Where the fuck is it, then?!”
He twisted against the hold. Fought it with every ounce of muscle. The pressure didn’t relent. His men watched, helpless. But he could sense shifting eyes. Their doubt.
His fists clenched. Muscles strained. Rage boiled behind his teeth. Dante’s instructions echoed in his brain.
Zholdin tried. He reached inward, toward some imagined core. Toward rage, pride, will. He imagined spitting in the dreyken's face all over again, daring it to bite. Nothing. He imagined spitting in Dante's face now. The arrogance, the smirk, the condescension. Still nothing. His teeth bared.
A low sound crawled out of his throat. A growl, deep and feral. The sound of a man caged one inch too long. Zholdin snarled, eyes burning holes through Dante. "Come on... come on…”
But no flame came. No lightning. No power surged through his veins. Only fury.
"You said it's mine,” he hissed. "Where the fuck is it, then?!”
He twisted against the hold. Fought it with every ounce of muscle. The pressure didn’t relent. His men watched, helpless. But he could sense shifting eyes. Their doubt.
There is nothing false in the words of demons