The world was ending above their heads.
Every citizen in the capital looked up with broken hearts as the heavens burned.
The sight of Jake—no longer flesh, no longer boy, but a towering silhouette of shadow straining against a crack in the very sky—was both awe-inspiring and soul-crushing.
Each time a demon general unleashed their power, the shockwaves ripped through the streets.
Black firestorms fell like meteors, streaking across the sky before colliding against Jake's vast shadow-body.
Lightning twisted with sickly violet flames, detonating in eruptions that shattered rooftops and sent tiles spinning like shrapnel.
The people below screamed as the ground itself quaked.
Mothers shielded children with their bodies. Fathers knelt, clutching their families as if the simple act of holding them would protect them from gods.
The shockwaves knocked many to their knees, faces pressed into the dirt, tears streaking down their cheeks as despair sank deep into their bones.
