The first thing Erick did when he stepped into the room, was to wait for the door to close and block the light from the corridor, then flare his energy.
The latter travelled through the room, subtle arcs of lightning flickering in the charged air as anything containing metal trembled at its passage.
Electronic devices flickered to the frequency of the flickers of lightning, then went on strike. It was only when things calmed down, that the owner of the room reacted.
A pair of green eyes were raised to look at Erick, the disinterest inside evident, just as it showed in the voice that followed:
"The little bastard of the Specter family. What do you want from me?"
The words of the deep voice made Erick clench his fists, and it took him a moment before he managed to let it go. But his breathing that turned shallow and rapid in anger took longer to calm down.
