As Silas turned toward the door, Sensei Josh's hand shot out, gripping Silas's arm with unexpected force. His face, contorted with fury, bore down on Silas like a storm about to break.
"You're going nowhere!" Sensei Josh snarled, his voice thick with rage, veins bulging from his temples as his grip tightened.
Silas's expression shifted instantly. His usual calm melted away, replaced by a cold, dangerous intensity. His eyes, once indifferent, now gleamed with a chilling menace. He slowly reached up and grabbed Sensei Josh's hand. His grip tightened with deliberate slowness, each inch squeezing the life out of Josh's fingers. The sensei's bravado quickly faded, his bones twisting painfully beneath Silas's iron-like grasp.
"Back off," Silas said in a voice barely above a whisper, but it carried a weight that sent a sharp chill down Sensei Josh's spine. It wasn't just a command—it was a warning laced with a promise of consequences.