Giyoto's aura went from a delicate candle flickering in the darkness to a raging inferno in a split instant. It felt like a white hot flash of light passed before Grey's eyes, and a hand reached toward his throat like lightning.
The Baron didn't even need a ramp up time, the world whining and bending to his whims as though the energy that made up reality was twisting to accommodate his sudden change.
And yet, Grey didn't flinch even when the hand was around his neck, squeezing so tight veins writhed beneath the surface of his quickly paling skin.
Instead, a sneer hung on his features, a cold light radiating from the depths of his eyes.
For some reason, Giyoto found himself shaken. There was a madness in Grey's eyes that held a fury no less than his own.
It didn't make much sense. The kind of weight Giyoto held was far more than a child should ever be able to fathom.
