"YOU!" Granny Chu's fury turned toward Theron, her screech shattering the space toward him in a vortex of sound waves.
Theron took a step and vanished, the space he was just in cracking and collapsing in on itself as deep trenches were dug up into the ground.
"I guess he was a bit fragile," Theron said calmly. "I would be careful if I were you, all that screaming just might really kill him. If that happened, I'd have no choice but to wipe out your Chron Clan in the future, now wouldn't I?"
They were simple words, and yet the arrogance that dripped from them was unconscionable.
Theron was implying that the Chron Clan making him a mortal enemy would only end in one way. He might suffer for a short time in the present, but the end result would be much the same as what the Nightingales could expect from today.
Death.Destruction.Regret.
Granny Chu was obviously seasoned enough to understand this—but far too seasoned to believe in it at all.
