(T/W: Gore)
As the two men stood there, immobilized by Ivan's unwavering gaze, the atmosphere heavy with tension, Ivan eventually deactivated his skill with a resigned sigh. The overwhelming fear that had gripped the men began to dissipate, yet the message had been indelibly etched into their consciousness.
With heads bowed in a mixture of resignation and shame, the men slowly proceeded towards the carriage. However, just as the silence threatened to settle in, a voice pierced through the air, halting them in their tracks.
"Huh, where are you going?" The boy's voice rang out as he struggled to his feet, spitting out blood before wiping his mouth with his hand.
All eyes turned to him, only to find a stark transformation in his demeanor – as if he had morphed into an entirely different person.
