The pocket dimension trembled, reality itself holding its breath as Samael, the Angel of Death, stood frozen in place.
His cosmic form, vast and terrible, loomed over the arena, Jesus and Judas still held firmly in his grasp.
The air crackled with unreleased power, the very fabric of existence straining under the weight of this unprecedented moment.
Jesus, his divine essence flickering but unbroken, locked eyes with Judas.
In that instant, a wordless communication passed between them, a shared understanding that transcended mortal comprehension.
This was their chance, perhaps their only chance, to turn the tide against a being who had outmaneuvered them at every turn.
Drawing upon reserves of strength he didn't know he possessed, Jesus began to focus his divine will.
The light within him, dimmed by Samael's manipulations, started to pulse with renewed vigor.
