Cliff stood frozen, staring at the ogre who held the tricorn's torn head against him. His expression was unreadable, his eyes seemed empty, as if he had lost all sense of importance. Suddenly, he saw him straighten up, looking at Cliff. His two red eyes lit up, his aura changed, his anger, his surliness were now palpable. He stared straight into Cliff's eyes, his teeth grinding loudly between them.
Cliff felt compressed, the lack of mana in his reserve did not work in his favor. He was forced to his knees by the creature's pressure, even though he wasn't that close. An icy chill ran down his spine as the ogre stared at him intently, its glowing eyes piercing his soul. His heart pounded as the ogre revealed his true nature, his anger surging like a storm.
