"You are the first arrogant human we have seen in a long time," Mammon declared calmly, his voice smooth as polished gold yet laced with ancient disdain.
"But like the others we have faced, you are going to be put in your place."
"Are you going to fight or lecture me?" Greg asked, his tone dripping with boredom.
He shifted his weight casually, Heaven Defier resting lightly in his grip as if the two demon lords were nothing more than mild distractions.
Belphegor struck first, his massive jaws unhinging with a grotesque crack.
He inhaled deeply, swallowing a mouthful of the thick, sulfur-laden air around them.
The atmosphere itself seemed to warp inside his maw, compressing and twisting.
When he opened his mouth again, the air had transformed into a devastating shockwave, visible ripples of raw force hurtling straight toward Greg like an invisible battering ram.
The blast slammed into Greg's chest with the force of a collapsing mountain.
