The Soul Warden's domain.
The place where judgment was rendered, and souls were weighed. The tower where defiance meant eternal suffering rather than quick death.
Jack's mana began radiating outward, not as visible discharge but as atmospheric pressure that pressed against everything in the chamber.
The air itself grew heavy, each breath requiring conscious effort as the weight of his presence asserted itself across the entire floor.
His demonic essence integrated with the shadow's nature, creating an aura that transcended simple magical intimidation.
This was Pride made manifest, the fundamental certainty that he possessed the right to demand anything from anyone because he possessed the strength to enforce that demand.
The six serpents began lowering their heads slowly, massive skulls dipping until snouts touched the pedestals they'd been coiled around.
