Like an arctic tempest unleashed, frost-frinched tendrils of bitter cold stretched forth, crackling with icy energy that danced maliciously in the air.
"If I were you, I'd watch what comes out of your mouth next, boy," Luctudeus hissed menacingly.
Each breath he took seemed to release a mist of frozen anger, freezing the surrounding atmosphere and numbing all who dared to approach.
"For centuries I have tried to escape this place but failed every single time yet you, a scum brat think you can break me out of it?! How insolent! I knew I should've extinguished your pathetic existence the instant you stepped into my layer."
This was the first time the mountain lord was showing Hade any real killing intent but he, who had been exposed to way more powerful auras than this, did not appear flustered even in the least.
Hade remained cool and composed throughout, waiting for Luctudeus to calm down.
