The demon tried to speak, but couldn't even move his mouth.
The musculature of his pale jaw was completely locked, frozen in place by the absolute mental constraint Kael had slammed into his consciousness.
He desperately strained against the invisible paralysis, trying to force his blackened lips apart to spit out a final, defiant curse or invoke the name of his supreme lord, but his physical shell refused to respond to his commands.
The connection between his brain and his body had been surgically severed by the sheer weight of the draconic directive, leaving him trapped as a silent prisoner inside his own charred skin.
All he felt was terror… pure terror at the voice in his head, and the dragon before him.
It was a suffocating, primeval dread that bypassed his analytical thoughts and struck directly at the evolutionary core of his demonic lineage.
