The feast sat untouched, the steam rising from the expensive steaks now feeling like a funeral shroud. Ethan stood up, his purple eyes flickering with a dark, unstable light.
"Everyone, leave. Now," Ethan said.
The group scrambled to stand, but as Hailey turned to follow them, Ethan reached out. His grip wasn't rough, but it was absolute. "Not you. Stay. We need to talk," Ethan said.
"There is nothing to talk about, Ethan! Let me go!" Hailey said, her voice trembling.
Something began to burn within Ethan. Since the system had awakened, no one dared challenge him; the world bent to his will, his enemies fell before him, his words could unleash chaos upon the world, his fists could demolish any barrier in his path.
But now, after consuming the flower, it seemed his emotions had multiplied, his sense of power growing at an accelerated pace.
