"You dare…!" the demon gasped, claws clawing against Damian's wrist, but it was no use. Damian's grip was like iron, unyielding, unstoppable.
"Master… let me finish him," Damian growled, the tension in his voice vibrating through the hall. "He doesn't deserve mercy. Not after everything."
Lyra stepped forward as well, her aura calm yet unyielding. "Master… he is weak. Let me handle this. I can separate the demon from Zohar's soul."
The demon froze, sensing the presence of two beings far above its own power. Its eyes flicked between Damian and Lyra, unease creeping into its otherwise arrogant demeanor.
Two humans… no… not humans… these are something else… it thought, dread gnawing at the edges of its consciousness.
Damian's grip tightened. The demon's body shook violently, dark energy erupting like a storm around him. His voice cracked as he tried to speak, choked by the invisible force constricting him.
"Stop!" Mama's voice echoed across the hall, sharp as a blade.
