Silver cleared his throat, his golden ears twitching with a rare, distinct wave of nervousness. "Mm."
"I am," Evangeline intervened flatly, her voice dripping with crystalline ice.
Lilian stared back at her, her faux warmth instantly freezing into a calculated, deadpan stare. "I see."
Sensing the suffocating tension, Silver quickly stepped in. "You have your answer, Mother. Now, could you please leave us be?"
But Lilian didn't move. Instead, her entire aura shifted into something far darker, far more oppressive. The playful mask was dropped completely, and an ancient, suffocating power began to bleed from her form, making the crystalline floor under their feet grow dangerously cold.
"Mother," Silver warned, his deep voice dropping into a menacing, dark register as his claws subtly lengthened. "If you do not stop this little performance right now, you are truly going to make a wretched, disobedient son out of me."
