Resounding laughter echoed in the destroyed throne hall. Satan started to laugh as he felt no traces of the witch that had come to challenge him. He then stared at his hand and curled it slowly as if he was squeezing the hope and visions of victory of that puny little human. He then looked up and flew through the floors of his own castle—destroying the legion of Sloth and the hellhounds that follow Noah Rocco.
Actually, just earlier, the sloth demons felt something very strange. The power distributed to them didn't waver, but it was as if they lost central connection to the person giving it. Schwartz and Mephisto felt it, and their grave expressions only told Pollo something was wrong.
