After squeezing out all the information they needed, Atlas' emerald eyes sparkled on the mage. The cheerful man speaking with his supposed long-lost sister suddenly froze. His limbs twitched a few times before dangling along his body, deprived of any power. His eyes dulled, and his smile crumbled.
"Did you really have to develop such a creepy ability?" Prometheus said, his mocking voice as sharp as knives.
"I didn't ask for this! And it's incredibly useful, so stop belittling my work!" Atlas shot back, his brows twitching with irritation.
However, with a single move, Prometheus made him sweat buckets.
"Oh? Want me to blast your eyes? I'm curious to see if the thing you seal in them will come out or if they'll die," said the hateful masked man, a raucous show of exploding light taking place in his palm.
"..."
