Threat

"Omar, we found this place and the lake full of lightning essence stones first—it's ours, so you should just go away," Arlen said, trying his best to keep his voice steady even though his fists were clenched tight at his sides, his face a mixture of frustration and desperation as he attempted to reason with the red-haired young man standing so arrogantly before them.

But Omar merely threw back his head and let out a sharp, mocking laugh, his fiery hair almost seeming to spark in the dim light. "Yours?" he repeated, his voice dripping with scorn. "The moment I laid eyes on those lightning essence stones, they were already mine." His laughter rolled through the clearing, full of cruel pleasure, as though the idea of stealing from others gave him genuine delight.

Arlen's jaw tightened as he bit out, "Don't be so unreasonable, Omar," his teeth gritted and voice trembling slightly with barely contained anger.