Seeing Cassius take that single step forward, the entire field changed.
A second ago, the mob had been laughing, sneering, taunting.
Now, silence. Pure, breathless silence, broken only by the quiet drip, drip of blood falling from Cassius's hands.
They had come here brimming with arrogance, mocking him as a lunatic, an idiot boy talking to a fish. They had laughed, sneered, called him insane...But now?
Now they didn't know what he was.
Madman? Monster? Demon?
Whatever he was, it wasn't something that belonged to this world.
Because no normal human could tear another man apart with their bare hands like he had. Not so easily. Not so casually.
His eyes, those blood-red eyes, were cold and distant, not even filled with rage, but something far worse. Indifference. The kind of calm one only saw in those who didn't see others as people at all, but as meat, objects.
