"You lowly human child," Valzaha sneered. "To dare speak to me that way. You truly believe yourself something special."
His eyes narrowed as his aura surged.
"I may not be at my peak, but make no mistake—I am still absolute to you. Even in this state, you cannot defeat me."
Valzaha let out a low, amused laugh, his gaze fixed on Rowan.
"I heard what the Fenrir said," he continued calmly. "I know what you did while you were asleep. You slaughtered the lesser demons. Used an enormous amount of power to do it. That's why you're like this now. Exhausted. Drained. Your body hasn't recovered yet."
He stepped closer, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
"So don't worry. I'm going to use this hand to cut off your neck… and this hand to rip out your heart," Valzaha said, laughing as he raised both hands.
Rowan didn't flinch.
"You talk too much," he said quietly.
The air shifted.
In the next instant, Rowan vanished.
"…What?" Valzaha muttered, turning in confusion.
