With another strike of his cane on the ground, Bel's grandfather demolished the glass pieces left floating in the air around him and sent the rest of the room into chaos.
Bel was blown backwards, his body striking a bedside table that was screwed to the floor. He felt bone break and snatched at the sunlight, pulling it into his body to heal and intending to retaliate. Unfortunately, his grandfather appeared above him before he had the chance, just as the room went dark as the storm clouds blotted out the sun outside.
"Do you know what resides within my cane, dear boys?" His grandfather's voice suddenly sounded too congenial, too deceptively kind. Bel eyed the cane with disgust.
"Probably your manhood." Bel spat. For a moment, his grandfather looked apoplectic, but then his expression sm
