Juer'lo scoffed at the sight, but the corners of his mouth curled into a sinister smirk. His voice was low, mocking, dripping with twisted amusement.
"This is pointless… but you're interesting," the demon said, his two horns gleaming under the twin moons. He chuckled darkly, the sound echoing with malice. "Show me more interesting things!"
"Shut up, demon!" the man roared, his voice raw, guttural, laced with hate and despair.
He punched forward, his entire body twisting with the motion.
From his fist surged bright, searing-hot flames—blue fire so intense it distorted the air as it surged outward.
The torrent roared like a living beast, blasting straight toward Juer'lo in a wave that promised nothing but obliteration.
For the first time, Riley noticed Juer'lo's expression shift.
His brows twitched, his grin faltered just slightly. He hadn't expected that level of heat, that much raw destructive power. The firestorm rushed toward him, brighter and deadlier than the last.
