"You can't do this!" Diro shouted while Noah sat atop Cudgel's surface. They were all on it as he wanted them to feel the same terror their people did.
Noah kept all three men within his influence, so they couldn't move about, only stare at his figure in silence. His anger continued to emanate from his body, but the ice couldn't affect the metallic nature of his strange and terrifying weapon.
Nevertheless, snow fell from a rumbling cloud high above them. Which was the reason for the layer of white that existed all around them. It was strangely beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
Noah remained silent, deciding not to answer the man. The bartender had been shouting sentences similar to what he just said, and rather than make him rethink his idea, it just got him angrier.
He wanted to shout, to rip someone's head from their neck, but he would wait for the judgment he would pass through the falling of Cudgel.
