He stared at Razeal the pale-skinned man with silver hair drifting like liquid moonlight and whispered hoarsely:
"Just… j-just who is this person? Why… why can't I recognize him?... With this kind of aura… I should recognize him…"
His heart thumped harder.
"This… this feeling… it's like… like I am standing before one of the Sea Lord himself…"
The words came out broken, squeezed through sheer terror. No matter how he tried, he could not move. His limbs refused to listen. His instincts screamed at him to flee, but his body felt frozen in a vice.
Razeal finally spoke, quiet and emotionless:
"This is the first time I've had people under me…" His crimson eyes drifted toward Aurora and Levy for a moment before returning to the trembling Atlantians. "…and someone dared to hurt them."
The tone was calm, almost gentle which somehow made it infinitely more terrifying.
"This," he finished, "is bothering me quite a bit."
And then
BOOM.
