Fein's eyes gleamed with a mixture of intrigue and amusement. He reveled in the confirmation of the Demon God's formidable strength, relishing in the prospect of a true challenge. But Germund's usefulness had run its course, and Fein had little tolerance for those who had outlived their purpose.
"Well, Germund," Fein sneered, a malicious glint in his eyes. "You've been such a helpful little pawn, but alas, your time has come to an end."
With a flick of his wrist, Fein summoned an unseen force, hurtling Germund against the wall like a discarded rag doll. The demon crumpled to the ground, his pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears.
"Please, spare me!" Germund begged, his voice filled with desperation. "I-I'll be your loyal servant! I'll do anything you ask, just spare my wretched life!"
