"You puny slave!"
Josephine's voice was no longer her own; it was a complex, echoing chord—three distinct voices vibrating simultaneously: one sharp and cruel, one serene and endless, and one cold and deep.
A crushing, invisible force seized the stunned Aril. The Fifth-Order powerhouse, the trusted servant of Lilith, was instantly frozen, her limbs paralyzed.
'Why?! What the hell is this?! I am a Fifth-Order—I should be able to resist an Upper World anomaly! Why can't I move?!' Aril screamed internally, watching in utter horror as she was effortlessly pulled into the air, lifted until she was face-to-face with the demoness.
"We are Destruction. We are Creation. We are Ultimate Pain. Together, We are Eternal," the three voices resonated, the words holding the weight of universal law. "You dare think you can escape before Us?!!"
".....?!!!"
The sheer audacity and power of the statement instantly froze everyone—including the battered Sunny.
