Revolt

(Wh-what?! I can't muster up an ounce of strength from my meridians!) thought the prince as he was at the mercy of the unknown youth who grabbed by the neck. He could only hold the arm that was choking him with nothing but the strength of a feather.

Lyon furrowing his eyebrows as the five fingers that hugged the prince's neck were pressing toward the bones inside. The prince's eyes bulged red as they looked at him with fear before a light inside his body jumped out, forming an astral of a man that was clearly older than the prince right behind Lyon.

"Stay your hand off my little brother!"

The astral figure was only answered with Lyon's back against him. The former gritted his teeth before saying, "Don't you realize who I am?! Don't you know the repercussions if you kill him?!"

Lyon acted like he was deaf to the ghost that was kept on talking to stop what he intended to do as he kept applying pressure to his grip.