As the mighty demonic roar of the Demon of Despair tore through the fabric of heaven and earth, its catastrophic pressure bore down on the dead, reanimated spirits of the Psychic entities summoned by the Dusker Duke.
For the first time in countless agonising years, these emotionless abstract battle puppets relived what it felt like to experience genuine emotions once more.
To feel again, even if it was the soul-crushing emotion named despair, caused the faces of these third-phase entities to scrunch up in visceral displeasure.
Tiny, almost unseen, glittering cracks formed across their invisible bodies... a subtle unravelling that only Axel, with his heightened demonic perception, could truly see.
The Demon's eyes trembled with a sudden, profound realisation that dawned upon his mind, a realisation of the true, boundless power hiding behind his Sin of Despair.
