Jolthar's expression hadn't changed, but something had awakened behind his eyes. An intensity that had been carefully controlled was now leaking through.
"I said," Jolthar repeated, his voice still quiet but carrying a force that made several people flinch, "be careful."
His aura exploded outward, like a raging tempest. It was visible to everyone present, the faint smoke-like rising out of him.
He had been patient enough through all this facade, but he could no longer take it. Jolthar was many things, but he was not a man of patience, not when someone was taunting him repeatedly.
The chamber shook.
Not metaphorically, the actual stone and marble trembled. Dust fell from the ceiling. Benches rattled. Windows cracked with sharp reports. Throughout the building, throughout the entire district, throughout the vast city of Cahns'ar, people felt it.
A massive presence had just announced itself.
