The freezing plasma that had been gathering in his throat collapsed into a pathetic puff of harmless gray mist.
For sixty seconds, every single infernal pathway, every drop of demonic essence, and every spell was rendered useless.
The Blue Demon let out a muffled, raspy groan of pure, unadulterated shock.
His single eye widened in paralyzing horror as he realized that the foundational power he had cultivated for a thousand years in the deep abyss had been severed by a single thought from a human.
Jack stepped onto the first marble tier of the royal dais, stopping two paces from the giant's battered, bleeding head.
[Sovereign's Command]
Jack's heterochromic eyes locked onto the Blue Demon's single, terrified iris. The ancient, crushing weight of the Soul Warden.
The spiritual gravity of an entity that commanded the eternal legions of the Spire bore down directly onto the demon's consciousness like a mountain of lead.
Jack parted his lips.
"Truth."
