"Hypnosis," Zeus stated, his voice echoing through the grand hall with thunderous certainty, confirming the suspicions swirling in the minds of every Sovereign present.
They had all witnessed hypnosis in action countless times throughout their eternal existences, enough to recognize its subtle manipulations without doubt, the way it twisted perceptions and commandeered wills like a puppeteer pulling invisible strings.
"I have been instructed by the Celestial Devourer to inform each and every one of you of your impending doom," the man declared, his voice now brimming with unshakeable confidence, teetering on the edge of reverent awe, as if he were a devoted herald delivering a divine edict.
"He wishes to inform you all of your inevitable demise," the man continued, his posture rigid and eyes gleaming with borrowed authority, "a fate that will unfold during that silly little tournament of yours, where you play at power like children in a sandbox."
