Satan felt as though a torrent of molten lead coursed through his veins, an excruciating burn radiating from his heart to every extremity. It mirrored the searing torment he had experienced when Daniel had wrested dominion over this very dimension from his grasp.
"Leaving already, Satan?" Daniel's voice, cool and unyielding, sliced through the air. Even though his physical form remained ensconced within the heart of the Hecatonchires Avatar, his right hand clenched a sapphire orb – a tangible embodiment of the authority once commanded by Satan over this disintegrating infernal plane.
"Impossible..." Satan's voice quavered with disbelief, his visage contorting in shock. The unfolding tableau shattered the very conventions that governed the knowledge within the Curtained World.
