Cassel — POV
When I saw Cassel use his powers, the very first thought that crossed my mind was not fear.
It was not a shock.
It was not even relief.
It was how incredibly handsome he was.
The air itself seemed to bend around him as he moved, power surging through his body like a living thing. His presence dominated the battlefield—not through noise or arrogance, but through absolute certainty. Every movement was precise. Every strike was decisive. There was no hesitation in him, no wasted motion, no doubt.
Then came the second thought.
How overwhelmingly strong he was.
It was not the kind of strength that relied solely on brute force. It was refined. Controlled. Terrifyingly calm. The kind of strength that came from knowing exactly how much destruction one could cause—and choosing when to unleash it.
And then the third thought followed naturally, inevitably.
Just as expected of my beloved villain.
