Jevil's body pulsed with power.
A silver aura surrounded him, thick and heavy, laced with the unmistakable presence of all ten of his cards, each burning with their own energy, now completely under his control.
His power was so overwhelming that the very air around him quivered.
"So~" Jevil said, stepping forward with a leisurely grin.
As his foot touched the floor, a silver shockwave rippled outward, splitting the stone tiles beneath him like glass.
"I really wanted to see how far that Determination of yours could push you~"
"...Hm."
Sam stood silently.
He wasn't sure what to say, what could even be said at this point?
Jevil was far beyond what he had expected.
"You're the last of them after all," Jevil continued, voice light and teasing, "and once you're gone... haha~"
He trailed off with a chuckle, not even bothering to finish.
But Sam already knew what he meant.
Once he fell, he guessed that something would happen with these beings, or even the realm itself.
