1677 Fury

Ryu turned to Elena, his gaze practically tearing a pair of holes through her own. He didn't even seem to notice Elder Vermo's change at all. Instead, his entire focus was on his wife. 

Elena felt like she wanted to look away. The intensity of his gaze was too much and it weighed on her heart so heavily that she found it difficult to breathe. But as much as she wanted to, she couldn't pry her eyes away, almost as though there was some invisible hold on her very psyche. 

Ryu was absolutely furious right now. He wanted to say something, but even with his speed of thought, even with his usual intelligence, he couldn't find the right combination of words. 

The longer he spent silent, the more furious he seemed to become until a towering aura tore into the skies. 

Elder Vermo slowly rose from his seat, a gloominess in his eyes.