Third Person's POV
Meanwhile, the earth demon deacon roared in humiliation on hearing the admiring whispers and the lovestruck phrases of the girls in the crowd.
The realization struck him like a blow as he realized that his earlier belief that Ethan had frozen in fear had been utterly wrong.
Not only had the boy not panicked, but he had outplayed him, deflected his strongest charge, and made him look foolish in front of the entire assembly.
And to make matters worse, it had all been done by someone far younger than him.
Rage boiled in the deacon's chest as the icy glow reflected in his helmeted gaze, the shame of being deceived and humiliated fueling his fury even further.
He roared in fury and gripped his golden mace tightly as he charged toward Ethan with streams of golden and earthen yellow light cascading down his massive figure like molten veins.
But this time, Ethan did not remain stationary or passive.
