Third Person's POV
On the outside, the snake remained perfectly still, and its body showed no visible sign of injury as its predator's poise was frozen in an eerie, lifeless mask.
Seeing that its emerald scales were unblemished, and its body was seemingly untouched by harm, the hulking man's amber eyes lit with a mix of pride and disdain that seemed to rumble up from his bones.
"So, it was just a small fry after all," he said, his deep voice carrying both mockery and self-satisfaction.
"I don't know why such weaklings even dare step foot in this place. Hopefully, that boy isn't so pathetic as to die from the little bit of poison my little Snaky just pumped into him."
At his words, the black-haired demoness draped in scant strips of beastskin let out a silvery, flirtatious laugh.
She tilted her head, and her long lashes lowered in mock coyness as her lips curved into something far more dangerous than a smile.
