Judge felt it before he understood it. A pressure — dense and suffocating, wrong-rolled up from the rune Tenebris had carved into the earth. It wasn't just a sense of danger. It was finality. Something meant to end everything within its reach.
His breath stalled, and his fingers tightened around the quill.
The rune glowed faintly, threads of light tracing their way along its impossible patterns, waking symbol after symbol like a chain of falling dominoes. If this was activated, he would still survive it, hopefully, but Satan wouldn't. Nothing inside the circle would. Except maybe Tenebris, since he cast it.
Judge snapped his mind into motion.
Satan moves quickly!
He wrote, intentionally putting an exclamation mark at the end to emphasize the urgency.
