The old man's eyes shifted to Jack, who was busy arguing with Awar. "Get lost, you lazy demon; you weren't even needed here in the first place," Jack said, dismissing Awar's request to return to his sleep. The old man couldn't help but focus on their casual exchange, his mind racing with the realization of just how little these powerful beings regarded him.
Before he could dwell on it further, Adams snapped his fingers, instantly pulling the old man's attention back to him. The sinister grin still playing on Adams' lips made it clear that he was in full control of the situation, leaving no room for the elderly man to regain any sense of authority. The old man, still frozen in place, could do nothing but stare back at Adams, his fear growing with each passing second.
