The entire battlefield, and even those watching through the panels, fell into utter silence.
The air itself seemed to stop moving.
"What…" Lucien's pupils shook violently as he looked first at the place where Grok had been disintegrated, and then at Damon's decapitated corpse lying motionless on the ground. "This is… HOW?"
None of the celestials spoke.
Every one of them turned their gaze toward the dark figure standing at the center of the carnage.
Sam stood there motionless, wrapped in a cloak of darkness that shimmered like living smoke, only his eyes and his wide, unsettling grin visible.
A crushing pressure erupted through the air the moment their eyes met his.
Lucien felt his lungs tighten.
'He looks exactly like one of those monsters…' he thought, his breath trembling. 'No… he's worse.'
Lucien recovered quickly from the shock.
He couldn't afford to hesitate again.
