Noah chuckled, the low, melodic sound vibrating beneath the static molding of his matte-black cat mask with a terrifyingly casual amusement.
"Aren't you going to attack anymore…?" Noah asked, the question hanging in the freezing air like an absolute, mocking challenge.
The sound of his voice alone sent shivers down the demon's spine, the deep, resonant frequency carrying a localized, high-density arch magus pressure that completely bypassed the supervisor's mutated sensory arrays and struck directly at his primal instincts.
His skin prickled with a sudden, icy wave of defensive panic, and he subconsciously stepped back before he even realized it, his foot skidding frantically against the blood-stained masonry.
The realization of his own involuntary retreat filled his mouth with a bitter, humiliating taste; his body was actively betraying his mind, executing a defensive flight response against an entity who hadn't even unfolded his arms from beneath his traveling cloak.
