Third Person's POV
The robes on his upper body were gone and were shredded to reveal a torso of bulging, coppery-skinned muscle etched with glowing, mysterious patterns of dark crimson fiery runes and cryptic inscriptions.
His earlier short reddish horns had elongated and curled wickedly like a true arch-demon's that Ethan had only seen in the fantasy and mythological books of his previous life.
His eyes now burned with a steady, pitiless red light as the neat, decapitating slash Lady Raven had scored across his neck had already sealed without a scar.
Most chilling of all was the fact that any trace of rage was gone from his face, and it had been reduced into an expression of utter, cold indifference, as if the destruction beneath him was merely expected dust settling after a minor nuisance.
