Miguel tugged at the edges of his coat's fabric with a firm, sharp pull that conveyed a biting finality.
With that, he began to walk toward Storm, his boots clicking against the marble with a calculated, authoritative sound that echoed like a countdown.
Storm couldn't help but continue his plea, struggling to stand his ground even as the intimidating figure hovered over him, approaching with the steady gait of a reaper.
"Please, Miguel.... Hold me accountable for my sins.... Please…."
Storm finally broke, the words dissolving into tears.
He bit his lips raw to control the tremors as Miguel came to a halt. The man's aura was nauseating, an exuding heavy pressure that seemed to thin the oxygen in the room.
With Miguel lurking above him, the view was so fraught with terror that Storm dared not look the man in the eyes.
