Van Leon's eyes, was buried in absolute darkness, bored into Eryndor's. The silence was thick with an oppressive, cold magic that radiated from the black-clad figure. Eryndor, despite the fear gripping him, refused to break eye contact, and Eryndor knew this wasn't ordinary magic, but why was he staring at him like that? The thought clouded Eryndor's thought.
"What are you doing here?" Eryndor demanded, his voice echoing in the dead air. "What was that injection in the library? Tell me what you're doing!"
Van Leon remained utterly still, his face a mask of chilling coldness. He offered no response, the silence itself a weapon.
"You know about Green mushrooms! You know about Gloop! Why are you hiding your power in Class A? You should be with the Acranums but you instead choose to stay in class A."
