This is the kind of power I want, Adyr thought.
Sevrak didn't even need to show up in person. Just hearing his name was enough to make people back down. That was real power—the kind that spoke for itself, even in silence.
Anyone can claim to be smart, talented, attractive, thoughtful, or strong. But saying those things doesn't make them true. It's just a personal illusion unless others, from the outside, see and believe the same. That was the difference. And right now, he was witnessing it in action.
Although Liora clearly seemed furious, it was just as clear she was holding herself back. She had no intention of killing Kharom. She knew the consequences wouldn't affect her alone.
"L-Let me go," Kharom said, his voice strained under the pressure of the wall-like hand crushing him. He could hear his bones creaking, but instead of a man on the verge of death, his face still held the same arrogance.
