Azriel's eyes shrank the moment the red palm crushed his wrists and lifted him off the floor. A beast of a demon appeared, his shoulders broad and covered in muscle, and he was almost three metres tall.
With eyes that shone like a beacon of light, golden and without blemish.
His dark red skin was thick, like armour, and he held his neck high, showing the hulking demon's pride and confidence.
"You must be the new dungeon master."
He spoke slowly, deep words that caused Leonhardt's chest to vibrate and tremble, like rice bouncing off a snare drum.
"Don't be so arrogant."
Leonhardt's eyes narrowed, the blue glow able to detect dozens of movements and patterns from Azriel saw NOTHING the moment the giant's hand swiped the air, thousands of blurred movements blinded him.
Boom!
The moment he struck Leonhardt, a force sent his body flying into the wall at extreme speed.
With a flick of his wrist.
Nothing more.
