"What did you do?!" Metron could not help roaring. A trace of panic appeared on his formerly icy face. All of a sudden, his control over the chair beneath him became strangely obscure, as though something incomparably terrifying was competing with him for control. "Damn it, this is my chair! You are my chair!" Metron snarled, slamming the armrest hard. A powerful surge of energy erupted, seemingly trying to resist the unseen thing stealing away control. What returned to Metron was an even deeper sense of helplessness.