The Sage closed his eyes and his brows knit. His legs were vigorously tapping the floor as his pondering intensified.
Thump~ Thump~
The old man's train of thoughts was distracted by a series of dull knocks from the inside of the casket. He remained calm but the knocking persisted. Furious, he opened the casket.
"How dare you lock me inside the box? Do you know-"
The Saint God chirped in rage but it felt like the complaining session of an angry toddler who just learned to speak in full sentences.
But before it could complete her words, the sage raised his index finger and a ball of lightning condensed at its fingertip. The fiercely flickering ball of energy had quite a brightness.
The Saint God gulped the saliva as it slowly retreated into the inside of the casket.
"You'll only talk when you're asked to, understand?"