The eyes of the Devil Paragon widened as he saw the spear emerge from his chest.
For a fraction of a second, Baal could not comprehend what had happened. The weapon had pierced cleanly through his body, its radiant tip erupting from his sternum as divine energy flooded his veins like molten light. His instincts screamed at him to retaliate, to release his power, to crush the one who had dared strike him—but before he could act, another force followed.
A devastating wave of psychic might and soul-sundering power surged through the spear.
It did not merely wound his body.
It reached directly into his soul.
"—!"
Baal's consciousness trembled as the attack tore through the core of his existence, shredding the very essence that sustained him. His soul—vast and ancient, forged across millions of years—fractured under the overwhelming assault.
Then it collapsed.
"BOOOOOOM!"
