Beaming
Ryu snapped back into his body, a dangerous glow gleaming from his bleeding eyes. His silver irises had turned somewhat opaque, and though he wasn't blind, he had been regulated to vision near to that of a mortal's.
He was on his hands and knees, having fallen at some unknown point. But even so, the dangerous aura he was exuding was so gloomy and all-pervading that his Birthed Phenomena seemed to have gained a tinge of darkness to it as well.
It was hard to put into words the kind of fury he was feeling right now, not just due to that man, but due to his own weakness. He wanted nothing more at that point than to shred the world to pieces, but he slowly restrained himself, the darkness being peeled back somewhat.
He didn't know who that man was, but so long as Ailsa didn't kill him first, he would enjoy the day he got to drive his fist through his chest.