Seraphina was suppressed to ten percent. She lasted fifteen minutes at that reduced capacity before exhaustion claimed her. This one—Satou—he just arrived. He's fresh. But he's still a demon-type creature. The sanctuary will reduce him to one-tenth power just like it did to her.
Valentine's tactical mind ran calculations: At full power, based on intelligence reports, Satou is roughly equivalent to a lower-tier demon lord. Possibly stronger given how quickly he apparently slaughtered five thousand of my soldiers. But at one-tenth capacity? He becomes merely an exceptionally dangerous warrior rather than an overwhelming threat.
I can win this. The sanctuary guarantees it. All demon lords eventually fall to ten-percent suppression. It's just a matter of time and technique.
He smiled, genuine confidence in the expression. His divine blessing had never failed him. Every demon lord he'd fought had been crushed by the sanctuary's suppression, their power reduced to manageable levels.
