Ivlis' eyes narrowed as he stormed through the bustling streets of Castle Town, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. Satanick's relentless taunting had pushed him to his limit, and his inability to find them only added to his mounting frustration.

As he walked, his gaze fell upon a couple holding hands, their happiness a stark contrast to his own turbulent emotions. So annoying, he thought, his irritation growing. People acting so lovey-dovey. It's enough to make me sick. Jealousy and resentment clouded his vision, and with a swift flick of his finger, he conjured a small flame, causing the woman's dress to ignite. It was a petty act, but one that brought him a twisted sense of satisfaction.

His sharp yellow eyes then spotted someone across the street, and he hastily crossed over, his long strides eating up the distance between them. Ivlis' claws dug into their shoulder as he forcefully turned them to face him, his grip tight and painful. "Where the hell have you been? I've been searching for you all damn day!" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.