Kaijin's grip tightened around the kitchen knife, its blade gleaming under the dim lights of the room. He pointed it squarely at Vox, his voice steady, calm, and chilling. "Like I said," Kaijin repeated, his eyes never leaving Vox, "I don't need my pillar to kill the likes of you."
Vox's gaze hardened. His eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity, but Kaijin didn't flinch. Instead, he stood firm, his posture steady as if the threat before him meant little. The tension in the room crackled like static electricity, a silent battle of wills unfolding.
"You're arrogant," Vox hissed through clenched teeth, his lips curling in disdain. "That arrogance, along with your stubbornness, will lead you to despair." His voice dropped, low and venomous, as if already promising Kaijin's defeat.
