SHLICK!
Rex wiped a stray bit of dust from his shoulder, his expression turning cold and predatory. "You wasted your most precious energy on a vanity project."
"You thought you were the storm? You were just a gust of wind trying to catch a lady's eye."
Veylor's face flushed a deep, humiliated crimson. His hands shook, not from exhaustion this time, but from a stinging, soul-crushing shame.
The "heroic" moment he had envisioned was being torn to shreds by the very man he thought he had broken.
"It wasn't... it wasn't just for her..." Veylor whispered, his voice cracking.
"Liar!" Rex bellowed, his aura suddenly flaring with a dark, suffocating intensity that made the air feel heavy enough to drown in.
The ground beneath him began to crack and sink, not from wind, but from the sheer, concentrated mass of his presence.
CRACKLE! RUMBLE!
