Then his eyes changed.
The pale green sharpened into something colder, the embarrassment and fury consolidating into a single point of focus that was different from everything he'd shown so far.
His hands dropped to his sides.
His breathing evened out. The light authority crackling across his knuckles pulled back inward rather than flaring outward.
He was done being angry.
That was somehow worse.
"...Fine... FUCKING FINE!"
The air around him changed.
"Domain of Light."
It expanded outward from his body in a single pulse, silent and total, the boundary establishing itself across the entire platform in under two seconds.
The divine-treated stone beneath our feet became something else, not physically different but fundamentally different, the surface now carrying the form of his authority in every particle of it.
The air inside the domain lit up, not brightly, not blindingly, just present, light sitting in the atmosphere itself rather than coming from any single source.
