The other survivors began dropping to their knees as well, the movement spreading through the crowd like a wave.
Nine thousand demons prostrating themselves in the swamp water, heads bowed, bodies trembling as they communicated surrender so complete it transcended simple obedience into something approaching worship.
Jack's expression didn't change. He stood there, surrounded by one hundred thirty resurrected demons who waited for his next command while nine thousand survivors prayed he wouldn't decide to repeat the culling.
His attention shifted toward the clearing's exit, his purpose here complete.
Punishment delivered, power demonstrated, loyalty secured through an overwhelming display of strength tempered by unexpected mercy that made the survivors grateful instead of resentful.
He took three steps toward the northern path that would lead him back to the portal connecting Floor Twenty to Floor Twenty-one.
Then a voice shattered the clearing's terrified silence.
