The warehouse groaned around them, dust and debris raining down from the fractured ceiling as the pressure radiating off Raiden's body continued to build. Cracks spider-webbed across the walls, and the hanging light swung in wild, frantic arcs, throwing shadows that danced like living things across the ruined floor.
Raiden stood in the centre of it all, half his hair silver, his eyes burning with a light that belonged to something ancient and hungry, and the dual voice rolling off him in waves that made the air itself feel heavy.
He walked towards the Bai Zheng, with an inhuman smile on his face.
Woolie picked himself up from the concrete, his fur matted with dust, lightning flickering along his spine. His ears were flat against his head, and his eyes, which were usually so bright and full of mischief, were dark with something that looked almost like grief.
"Woolie Woo..." Human... what has happened to you?? You are not yourself!
