"That's what mastery looks like."
Hex hovered in the air. Having witnessed Jonathan's display of might, he finally understood the true meaning of mastery.
'The Earth elements obeyed his will as if they were nothing more than an extension of his existence.'
"Should we move along?"
Hearing Jonathan's voice, Hex turned his gaze away from the lifeless eyes of the woman who had been the second in command of the Witchkin. She had been buried alive, with only her scalp and eyes still visible above the ground.
His gaze met Jonathan's for a brief moment. Yet, he saw a lot in those eyes. Eyes that didn't share the smile the rest of Jonathan's face expressed.
'Cold. And emotionless.'
Those were the impressions he gained from them. It deepened the wariness Hex felt toward the man. Wariness he felt by intuition from the first time Hex met the man.
'Now isn't the time.'
