The demon stood exactly where he'd been before the roar hit him. He wasn't completely unharmed. His shadow-wrappings showed scorch marks, faint traces where the flames had touched.
The arm Auryn had torn away was back but the regeneration wasn't quite perfect, the black clots slightly different than before.
"I am the breach, Your highness," the demon declared with a scoff, his voice piercing from hundreds of eyes now open across every black surface.
"You can't kill me any more than you can kill your shadow," he smirked.
'Shit,' Auryn thought. He was still perplexed how the demon had survive such a powerful assault. One that left a small hill of rubble and a gapping hole at the point of collision and explosion.
'And at point blank range too,' his frustration compounded, lines stretching from his eyes to his cheekbones.
'i need to buy time' he resigned as his lips parted even as they curled into what would be mistook as a confidence smile.
He spoke, "So—whe-"
