"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT!"
Dante grabbed the chair he was sitting on moments ago, hurled it and smashed it to pieces, splinters flying everywhere.
The chair exploded quite literally, its legs snapping, shards of timber scattering across the floor like startled insects.
The echo across the dungeon was like a violent punctuation that made even the torches flicker.
Theodora flinched. Visibly. Her lips parted, her knuckles going white as she grabbed the hem of Lady Demetria's gown. . The movement was barely perceptible, but Dante saw it. He saw everything now through a haze of fury.
His breath came rough and uneven as he stalked forward.His slow, deliberate steps made the very air tremble. The torches bent with the draft of his movement.
Only his mother didn't move.As expected.
"What new manipulating technique is this, Mother?" he snarled, his voice cutting through the room like a blade dragged across stone. "What nonsense are you spewing now?"
