"A trial?" Daniel asked with narrowed eyes. His shoulders leaned forward as he sat closer to the edge of his chair, then asked, "On whose authority?" His words were directed at the very aspect of Order, who looked back at his eyes filled with ever growing hostility.
As the two locked eyes, while their bodies did not move, their powers darted ahead. Sparks of golden light and milky white flames that wrestled for control over the empty area between the two tables, mixing and clashing and burning and cutting one another in an unprecedented conflict. A very common occurrence between hostile aspects of existence, too much so for others to consider the beginning of hostilities.
