Several priests flinched at the tone in his voice.
"You were there," one bishop said nervously.
"And you faced him. He just broke through. He should not be stable so he should not have much control so you could have killed him."
Eric's jaw tightened and his eyes darkened.
"He was in control," he said coldly.
Murmurs spread across the hall like a growing storm.
"What about the angels…" a storm priest whispered weakly. "Where are they?"
Eric did not hesitate.
"Dead."
The single word echoed like a hammer strike in the vast chamber.
"Not one or two," Eric continued, his voice low and steady now. "Hundreds. Thousands. He cut through them like they were made of paper."
A war priest staggered back a step and grabbed his chest. "Impossible…"
"He used Devour again," Eric said, his gaze sweeping slowly across every face in the hall.
"In front of everyone."
Several clergy members visibly paled and lowered their heads.
