"Did you really think your shadow could stop me?" Noah said.
He tilted his matte-black cat mask slightly, his golden eyes boring into the supervisor's blackening features through the narrow eye slits. "What a joke."
He watched as the demon writhed and screamed in agony, his eyes narrowing slightly behind the absolute concealment of his facepiece.
His jaw remained stretched downward in an elastic, unnatural line, his high-pitched shrieks breaking into a low, wet gurgle as the blue current systematically vaporized his internal tissues and cooked his organs from the inside out.
The dull black scales covering his long, slender fingers were flaking off in charred layers, and his three jagged horns vibrated erratically, the central rune on his brow flickering weakly like a dying ember under the unrelenting weight of the arch magus's domain.
From the moment he found himself in this room, he never considered this demon a threat.
