Their eyes met, and Miquella's face contorted into an ugly one marked with horror and hate.
"You devil!" Miquella's shriek pierced the air.
Godfrey's eyes narrowed. He certainly didn't like being called a devil by someone whose life he spared.
She quickly unleashed her summoning voice. "Guilty!" It spoke like several beings spoke through it. As though a chorus spoke in unison. This wasn't the judge Godfrey first met. This was a twisted version.
"I command the air around you to cease to exist." It declared.
Godfrey's eyes went to the old man, who wasn't far from him. He clenched his teeth, teleported, and grabbed Miquella's neck.
She choked, so her summon had to retrieve that judgment, not that it had much effect on Godfrey anyway, but Miquella was like a feral beast that could see the actual truth despite being a judge.
She laughed. "Do you know how many summons I have fed on? I'm literally a god, a god!"
