The tension in the air crackled as the old man sighed, his fierce gaze softening just slightly.
He shook his head and spoke with the weariness of someone who had seen too much. "No," he said, his voice heavy with resignation. "We're leaving. There's no point in this."
He gestured to the group behind him, and they began to turn, shuffling away, their shoulders sagging under the weight of defeat.
For a brief moment, it seemed that the confrontation would end peacefully. But then, the man with the electrical charge—his eyes gleaming with anger—stopped in his tracks and spun back around.
His fists crackled with blue energy, the air around him humming with the raw, dangerous power surging through his veins.
"Before we go," the man snarled, his voice dripping with malice, "eat this!" With a swift motion, he launched himself at Lyerin, electricity sparking off his hands in a wild arc as he aimed a devastating blow straight at Lyerin's chest.
