The peaceful, glass-like surface of the lake exploded in a cataclysmic tantrum as Judge smacked it with his thin twin blades like he was trying to spank the water for some deep-seated grievance.
Despite their dainty appearance, the strengthening principle gave those blades the bite of an angry buzzsaw on a caffeine binge.
Water shot skyward, not just like a geyser but like a whole pack of geysers on a group chat hyping each other up. Blinding sprays of liquid chaos hit the demon, Judge, and, heck, even Seraphis, who was chilling up in her favorite tree perch like a smug cat.
With a flash of drama straight out of a low-budget fantasy film, light filtered through the aquatic mayhem, painting Judge in an ethereal blue glow.
His ever-creepy smile widened to Joker-like proportions, and his eyes clouded over, going full "storm's-a-brewing."
