Sauron's shadow was pushed back several steps, his face filled with disbelief. "The power of the Ring? How could you wield it?"
I looked down at my hands, the black light still flickering faintly, and I could feel a strange and powerful force circulating within me. This energy was both cold and burning, as if it could explode at any moment.
"I'd like to know that too," I forced myself to stay calm, trying to hide my internal panic with a steady voice. "But it seems like this Ring doesn't exactly listen to you, does it, Lord Sauron?"
Sauron's gaze darkened, and his shadow began to reform. His voice was low and dangerous. "Mortal, this power does not match your soul. If you insist on using it, it will consume you. And in the end, I will take it back."
"Cut it out. Who are you trying to scare?" I mustered a confident smile. "Right now, it looks like you can't do anything to me, huh?"
