The hammer hung in the air for a moment that felt like forever, and in that frozen moment, Elias made his decision. He would die here if he had to, proving to everyone that he was right, that power was all that mattered, and that Greg Greyson was just as much of a monster as he was.
"Do you want to see power?" Elias yelled, and his voice broke with every feeling he had been hiding. "Do you want to see what a real fucking reincarnator can do when they stop holding back?!"
"FINE!"
Greg had never seen him use this much dark energy before. It exploded from his body, and it came out like a tidal wave, making the air itself feel wrong.
The paint on the walls started to crack and bleed, like tears. The dark being that gave Elias power responded to his absolute hatred by making his sword glow with evil light.
