The ethereal black devil's face suddenly churned the moment, Immortika's eerie voice rang, and the infinity pendant was now hooked into its ethereal figure from Jacob's neck.
"W-wait… what is happening!? Who are you? How could you resist the Lord's Despair Spirit Trap?!" Again, the eldritch voice rang from the devil's face empty mouth, and this time, it was filled with terror as it tried to escape away from Jacob, but it failed.
Immortika's impish voice sounded, "Hehehe… I admit this is a rather cumbersome trap, and only a few people could escape it. Even then, retrieving what is sealed inside the altar would be tough.
"But you idiots have no idea who this treasure originated from, nor did the person who asked your 'Lord' to seal it after not being able to control it itself seem to tell you that one day I might come looking for it.
