At this time, Zhuque burned!
The obsidian-gold solar flames wrapped around the pig-faced Ancestral Celestial from every angle, tendrils of THE Primordial Source threading through the fire and finding every layer of Primum authority left in his existence and pressing on it.
He wasn't screaming anymore. He had moved past screaming into something quieter and more continuous, the sound of a being running out of the things it had assumed would last forever!
Damian watched this from a short distance and kept his attention divided between it and the Demon Emperor held behind him.
The Demon Emperor looked terrible. Not in the visual sense, though the four horns and the pallor of genuine fear were not doing his handsome face any favors.
He looked terrible in the sense of a being that had walked into a situation it had extensively prepared for and found that none of the preparation was relevant. He was shaking!
