Midas surveyed the room, a tinge of amusement dancing in his eyes as he observed the myriad reactions to his and The Cyclops' presence.
Was that fear? Amusement? Anger? Schadenfreude? Relief? Maybe a bit of all of it at the same time.
No matter what it was, Midas was here for it all.
As far as he was concerned, the happenings that had just been viewed by everyone were due to the thoughtless actions of the few people at the scene.
They were stupid and arrogant. And they deserved to get destroyed.
It was almost comical, the way Midas' mere existence seemed to rattle the very foundations of the room.
Everyone was staring at him with disbelief as if they still could not imagine how he could dare do all that.
