"Enough, both of you, shut up!" Ethemon's tail whipped through the air like a silver bolt of lightning, cracking sharply between Wyll and Mizora. The loud snap echoed in the confined space, causing the surrounding dust to tremble slightly.
His voice was low, carrying an unquestionable authority. "We don't have time to bicker over this now!" Immediately afterward, he slowly turned his head, his cold gaze piercing straight into Mizora like a sharp dagger. "But trust me, if you plan on walking away like that, I'll throw you right back into that pod!"
A cold glint flickered in Ethemon's heterochromatic pupils, as if they concealed endless rage and menace.
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