As the lightning bolt struck the ground with a deafening crash, Theovin stood resolute, his hair tousled and his clothes slightly tattered, yet unscathed by the raw power of the lightning's wrath.
The smell of ozone filled the air, and the crackling energy seemed to dance around him, as if acknowledging his defiance.
Theovin's previously smiling expression contorted into one of annoyance as he realized that the being standing before him was incapable of presenting him with any real challenge.
Theovin had grown accustomed to facing opponents that tested his limits, and this lackluster display of power was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
In one fluid motion, Theovin charged towards the demon with lightning speed, closing the distance between them in a matter of seconds.
With a visceral snarl, he reached out and seized the demon's head in a crushing grip, his fingers digging into the demon's flesh with vengeful force.
