The scalpel cut through the air like a streak of silver lightning, aimed directly at Draegonoth's throat.
But before it could land, the demon lord tilted his head ever so slightly. The blade grazed his cheek instead, drawing a thin line of blood.
Draegonoth's smirk twisted into a scowl. He reached up, wiped the blood with his fingers, and stared at it.
"You dare stain my flawless skin?" His voice was eerily calm, but his aura was running wild with murderous intent.
Asher barely had time to react before Draegonoth charged forward in a blur, wrapping his clawed hand around Ashers throat, lifting him off the ground.
"Pathetic." Draegonoth's grip tightened. "You really think a mere human can wound me?"
Asher clawed at the demon lord's arm, gasping for breath. His feet dangled in the air as Draegonoth's molten eyes bore into him.
Think. Focus.
He wasn't going to die here.