The plasma struck Vinéa's wing, and the demon king's scream shook the castle as the super-heated energy burned through storm-cloud flesh like acid through paper.
He lashed out with his spear, lightning trailing from its point, but Adam blinked once more.
"Stand still and face me!" Vinéa roared, his words carrying the force of hurricane winds.
"Why?" Adam asked, his voice maddeningly calm as he appeared on the demon king's other side. "So you can demonstrate the same brute force you've used to terrorise the weak for millennia?"
This time his flames were green—the jealous fire of Envy that hungered for other sources of power. The flames licked across Vinéa's lightning spear, and the demon king watched in horror as his weapon's electric fury began to diminish, stolen and absorbed by Adam's envious fire.
