Third Person's POV
Only after several satisfying slaps, when the demon didn't so much as twitch, did Ethan finally pause.
Exhaling deeply, he dropped the heir's head and, letting it hang, he regained his calm composure.
The storm in his chest receded into still waters, and without wasting more time, he sank into his prisoner's mind space again.
His consciousness swirled into the silver mist and once more, the luminous cloud-form of himself drifted through the inner landscape.
Within moments, he reached that vast throbbing red network suspended like a burning web across the higher sky of Aram's soul space.
His form hovered before it and pulsed with a dim silver light while his expression was etched with a contemplative frown.
The scorching backlash from earlier was still lingering in his memory like a phantom burn across his spirit.
