Third Person's POV
His eyes bulged with despair as he roared in defiance, his voice distorted by the unbearable agony.
"You won't have a good death, you bastard!"
His curses continued even as his skin and muscles melted away, eventually collapsing into a puddle of greasy yellow fluid beneath the constricting tendrils.
His eye sockets fell off and dissolved into a greasy mess, while his lips and nose sloughed off his face.
His muscles and internal organs gradually melted away, leaving nothing but a grotesque mass of liquefied flesh.
Even his bones were not spared.
They, too, began to dissolve, melting into a greasy, whitish liquid that mixed with the yellow, frothy substance spreading beneath him.
Only after the demon's screams had finally subsided did the surrounding darkness begin to recede.
Ethan emerged from within the dissipating shadows, looking down at the grotesque remains with a hint of surprise.
"Hmm... This Rotting Muscle Powder is surprisingly effective."
