"You and you. The two of you are not the leader here. Now, let me ask again, who is your leader?"
An ominous chill ran up and down my spine as the white-robed man spoke with a cold-inducing tone. My legs started shaking as if they were pillars crumbling down to the sheer pressure that the white-robed man emitted. When power comes in contact with greater power, I guess there isn't any choice but to yield unless one has a death wish.
I've been given a lot of chances in life so I don't really have a death wish right now. Nevertheless, my gut instincts were telling me to fight, freeze, or take flight. Whatever it is, my adrenaline just wanted me to do something to get out of that pressure.
