Previously
"You disrespect me yet again," her voice shifted, from sinister satisfaction to a cold, unwavering seriousness. It sent a shiver down Willow's spine, his fear growing more profound with each passing second.
"Perhaps I should remind you again of the consequences."
The mental image of that eldritch, nightmarish landscape flooded Willow's consciousness. The horrors he had witnessed in that place, the unbearable torment he had endured, all rushed back to him in vivid detail. His trembling hands moved to his sides, and his eyes darted away, unable to withstand the memory.
It was a reminder of the peril he faced, not just in this ethereal battle against the Demon God, but in the complex web of his own mind. Willow's helplessness in his mental space was a stark revelation of the power the Demon God held over him, a power that threatened to unravel his very being.
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