Regrouping of the Enemies

Third Person's POV

But a moment later, his silence proved to be a mistake.

With a thunderous crash, the door burst open as shards of splintered wood flew through the room like jagged arrows.

The violent eruption filled the air with the sound of cracking timber and billowing dust.

The explosion of force slammed into Declan, and several wooden fragments tore into his flesh and ripped open bloodied gashes across his back and scalp.

He roared in a furious and guttural sound that shook the walls.

Pain and rage converged into a hot storm as he rose off the elf beneath him with immense fury blazing in his glowing red eyes.

His temperature spiked, and the air around him distorted from the heat of his ignited aura.

The skin of his hands glowed like molten iron, and his veins pulsed with power as he leapt from the bed, ready to incinerate whoever had dared to interrupt his good time.