Simon let out a boisterous, grating laugh, his gaze locking onto Liam with a mixture of amusement and disdain.
"Phew... it was just you. Honestly, I'd be in a massive amount of trouble right now if it had been Sylvia standing there instead."
He shook his head, his smirk widening as he prepared to strike.
"You're an annoyance, Liam, but you're manageable."
With a casual flick of his wrist, Simon lunged, a violent shroud of purple fire erupting from his palm.
'He's looking down on me,' Liam thought, his heartbeat hammering against his ribs.
'He thinks I'm beneath him. This is the only chance I have.'
He didn't hesitate.
Liam pushed past the limits of his stamina and activated Devil Obsession.
Power surged through his veins, burning like liquid adrenaline, and he poured every ounce of his remaining strength into a desperate, focused strike.
He connected with Simon, the force of the blow sending the man hurtling across the room.
