As the weight of my words settled in the room, Dante's gaze hardened, his eyes narrowing with determination.
"If that's how you choose to see it, Rowen, then so be it. But don't expect me to stand by and watch you throw your life away. We may not be friends, but we're still teammates, and I won't let you endanger yourself recklessly."
A flicker of annoyance passed over me, and in that moment, a wicked thought crossed my mind. My eyes glinted with a mischievous spark as I contemplated my next move.
With a swift motion, I extended my hand towards Dante, summoning the latent power that coursed through my veins.
A thin thread of scarlet energy snaked from my palm, swirling in intricate patterns before coiling around Dante's wrist. He tried to wrench his arm free, but my manipulation of blood gave me an advantage.
