Third Person's POV
Those projectiles were not only physically durable, but they also carried a terrifying, deathly aura that sought to wither and erode everything it touched.
"This saber will not be the only thing that withers and turns to dust, young friend."
A dry, hoarse cackle echoed nearby, making Ethan's blood freeze for a split second.
Startled, he launched himself laterally with a powerful flap of his dark wings and turned sharply, prepared for another ambush, only to realize that the deathly demon had been just standing about a distance of a few feet away from him and had not attacked him at all.
Instead, the thin, gray-haired old demon merely stood there and stared at him with a mocking and almost amused expression, as though he were watching a trapped animal panic.
Ethan's gaze darkened with cold anger and humiliation as he realized the truth that this old demon was deliberately toying with him.
