"No."

He got out of the car, standing tall amidst the menacing crowd. Bathed in the glare of the headlights, his towering figure seemed even more menacing.

His gaze was cold, searching until it rested on one particular car. A dark look crossed his face.

“Bold enough to cause trouble in Eleymond, but too chicken to face me?” Theodore's voice echoed, "Zayden."

His voice, calm yet firm, hung in the silence, which was soon broken by a chuckle from the black car, the sound joined by mocking laughter.