(Inside Soron's Castle, Chaosbringer's POV)
Chaosbringer felt extremely nervous sitting across from arguably the strongest warrior in the known universe.
The air within the ancient stone chamber felt heavy, not from heat or humidity, but from the sheer density of Soron's presence, for even seated, the man exuded an authority that seemed to bend the very world around him, forcing everything to exist beneath his will.
Yet despite the unease crawling under his skin, Chaosbringer maintained his composure, spine rigid, expression calm, breathing even, as he dared to meet the gaze of the God before him without flinching.
Soron sat with a stillness that was both regal and unnerving, his black eyes faintly illuminated by the soft candlelight that danced across the walls.
His gaze was sharp, unwavering, and almost predatory, as though each passing second of silence was enough for him to peel apart every layer of thought within Chaosbringer's mind.
