Ugly man in the mist

He glanced at the two girls briefly.

His golden eyes flickered, flashing with a strange glint.

 Compared to the two of them, he wasn't feeling any pressure.

 It was probably because he also had divinity, due to his status as a divine incubus, but he wasn't complaining. 

Then, without saying a word, he shifted his focus back to Emma.

She hadn't moved an inch.

Her entire attention was locked onto the golden bug hovering before her, its tiny wings beating in slow, controlled motions.

She was staring at it, her eyes reflecting its divine glow.

At first glance, she looked entranced—as if caught in some kind of spell.

But Liam knew better.

'She's not in a trance,' he thought.

Something about the way her pupils shifted told him she was still aware of her surroundings.

Instead, she was doing something else entirely.

'They're… communicating.'