"Tear me apart?" Max's voice dripped with mockery, his faint smile sharpening into something cruel. His figure blurred with a flicker of lightning and space distortion, reappearing directly in front of Moro before the demon could even blink.
Max's hand shot forward, gripping Moro's long black hair tightly in his scaled fist. He yanked the demon's head back, forcing him to meet his cold, merciless eyes.
"You don't understand the situation you've gotten yourself into, do you?" Max said quietly, his voice calm yet laced with a terrifying edge.
Bang!
Max's fist drove into Moro's face, a shockwave bursting outward from the impact. The air rippled violently, stone beneath them cracking apart. Moro's head snapped back from the blow, his body flung like a doll—but when he steadied himself mid-air, blood only dripped faintly from his lip, his face marred with nothing more than bruises.
