Third Person's POV
They consisted of twisted shadows, screaming mouths, grotesque and dark reflections of fear and desire hovering above their heads while his own towering and composed triple-horned dark astral form loomed over them.
It was silent and watchful, but to his shock, he couldn't find Ethan's astral shadow, and not even a single ripple of his astral shadow's reflection could be seen in the swirling purple depths of his eyes.
It was as if he didn't exist or had stepped outside of the world order itself, and that realization made the dark prince's blood run cold.
But then, slowly, a sense of greed took its place.
The greed turned into a desperate hunger that ran far deeper than mere ambition.
To him, Ethan was no longer a young prodigy he could ignore or see as a toy he could play with and douse his boredom.
