He tightened his grip slightly, feeling both elves reflexively try to gather their power to resist. Their auras flared—and then immediately collapsed as Noah's own aura pressed down on them like a mountain, completely overwhelming their attempts at resistance.
"To think you would act so arrogant with your strength," Noah continued, his voice almost conversational despite the killing intent radiating from every word. "What exactly gave you the courage to walk in here asking about my wife?"
Lola arrived beside him, her expression equally as displeased.
The two elves, dangling helplessly in Noah's grip, suddenly understood with complete clarity that they had made a catastrophic miscalculation.
The reports said that the succubus was alone, and the human was dead. Yet, here he was, standing directly before their eyes, holding them by the neck.
