Ragon stared down at the panicking priests, his oppressive aura keeping them frozen in fear. Sweat trickled down their faces as they avoided his gaze, stiff and silent like statues.
He smirked inwardly, enjoying the effect his presence had on them. They were clearly too terrified to risk saying anything that might provoke his wrath—or worse, earn another brutal imprint on their shoulders.
After a moment, Ragon decided to ease the tension. He withdrew his aura, and the priests exhaled deeply, finally able to breathe properly again.
"Why so quiet?" Ragon asked, his voice calm but laced with menace. "Weren't you supposed to tell me something?"
He remained atop his horse, his posture commanding, his gaze sharp as he leaned slightly forward to emphasize his words.
