Ren went perfectly still, every muscle in his body locking as if someone had frozen him mid-motion.
His star-bright eyes blazed brighter, power flooding outward in waves that made reality itself seem to strain.
The temperature dropped twenty degrees instantly. Frost spread across glowing grass in patterns that looked like cracks in reality.
The eternal sunset dimmed as if recoiling from Ren's sudden spike in killing intent.
"Where," Ren's voice was barely above a whisper but carried the weight of three hundred years of accumulated rage. "Where is he?"
His hands clenched into fists so tight that his knuckles cracked audibly. "Tell me where this friend is. Tell me NOW!"
The bloodlust radiating from Ren's form became visible. There was a thick red aura that distorted the air, making breathing difficult for anyone within fifty feet. Loryn stumbled backward, his power insufficient to withstand the sheer pressure of Ren's fury.
