The creature stumbled as the world snapped back into place around it. Confusion drained from its face, replaced by a dangerous understanding. Though pale, one could notice the manner in which terror marred its features as its eyes gazed upon the familiar forest that had not changed.
That realization struck harder than the relocation itself and his head jerked up slowly.
Vaeron stood exactly where he had been before. His hands clasped loosely behind his back now with a relaxed posture, as if the interruption had been nothing more than a courtesy extended and withdrawn. Those hazel eyes remained fixed on the stunned creature, which still struggled to believe he had returned.
The earlier gentleness in them dissolved into hard steel, and the darkness that once lingered intensified. Its state of shock and alarm should've entertained him, but it only increased his urge to obliterate its existence.
