After the snap of his fingers.
Pendragon found himself no longer above the palace.
He was in a house made of candy, and he had turned into a human form.
In front of him sat an evil demon made of black lines.
Hewitt, transformed into a matchstick man, waved his hand:
"I apologize for waking you up so abruptly, but we don't have much time. If we wait for you to wake up, some terrible things may happen."
The Base King sat in the chair prepared by Hewitt, and on the round table between them were various candies and glasses of juice:
"I've heard of you, humans call you Tanvis, demons call you Victor Domdillon, and they also regard you as Hell's Monarch. In your heyday, you could manipulate reality at will, shaping it into whatever you liked. Planets were nothing more than large marbles in your eyes.
"But Odin sealed you away, didn't he? Although you are still powerful now, I won't be afraid of you."
Hewitt said:
