Duke Dantalion stared down at Damian with the same cold expression reflected across all hundred of his faces, yet Damian remained completely unmoved. His ceremonial robes fluttered gently beneath the pressure rolling across the city, his hands resting calmly behind his back as though he were standing in his palace rather than facing one of the most feared demons in the Underworld.
His eyes briefly shifted past Dantalion, focusing on the final fragments of the distorted sky as they slowly returned to their proper positions. The cracks sealed themselves one after another until the last glimpse of the dark void disappeared, leaving only the moonlit heavens behind.
