The altar came down with absolute authority.
BOOOOOOM!!!
Duke Haborym was driven into the earth, the radiant mass of divine stone pinning his towering frame beneath it as the ground beneath gave way, sinking several meters deep under the unbearable weight.
"SEAL!" Corbin's voice boomed like thunder, resonating across the battlefield.
The golden inscriptions flared violently, each line of scripture burning brighter as if the heavens themselves were enforcing judgment upon a condemned sinner.
Cracks spread across the earth like veins, entire sections of the battlefield collapsing inward as the altar pressed further down.
Witnessing the sheer power of this divine art, Damian was stunned. To think someone this powerful had been walking the streets disguised as a policeman. But then he remembered that he himself was the third prince of hell, hidden beneath the identity of an attorney.
