With the oppressive tide of hellfire finally driven back, Damian felt the pressure around him ease just enough to breathe.
His chest rose sharply as he drew in a deep breath, the first moment of clarity he had been given since the storm began. His burning gaze lifted, taking in the towering structure that now surrounded them.
The cathedral.
It loomed over the battlefield like a divine prison, its radiant pillars stretching endlessly upward, its glowing runes pulsing with an authority that did not belong to this world. The massive eye above remained open, its silent gaze pressing down on everything beneath it.
And that was when he felt it. A sudden, suffocating discomfort. His expression tightened. It was not physical. It was deeper.
His demonic heart trembled!
For a split second, it felt as though invisible chains had wrapped around it, scorching, binding, restricting its very movement. Each beat became heavier, slower, as if something was actively suppressing it from within.
