Pho's blank white eyes stared at Jack's smiling face, ice gathering around his clenched fist with such intensity that the air itself began to crystallize.
The temperature in the throne room plummeted, frost spreading across every surface in jagged patterns that crept around like a parasite.
"You know," Jack said, his voice carrying that same flat tone despite the massive grin splitting his face from ear to ear, "for the supposed lord of this area, you're really fucking stupid."
The ice around Pho's hand intensified, sharp edges forming into a weapon.
His blood just was throught the roof, everyone could feel it.
His blank white eyes narrowed to slits, the first real emotion Jack had seen from him beyond cold amusement.
"What did you just say?"
Jack's grin widened further. "I didn't bind your brother. In fact, he's here with us right now."
