"I won't kneel..." Cassian growled, his voice rough, almost feral. Instead of backing down, he stepped forward — toward the motionless, white-haired warrior. His legs shook violently, arms trembling, yet his grip on the sword didn't falter. He pushed his body with sheer will, forcing it to obey through his Domain's control.
By now, he understood the man's trick — the Domain tied to his voice. Every command, every whisper carried that same binding weight. The bastard wasn't just fighting with power; he was weaponizing words.
But Cassian knew exactly what a tongue could do — and thankfully, this one couldn't touch his mind. The man's commands twisted his body, yes, but they couldn't reach into the Killing Domain that pulsed from his soul. His will was his own.
