An invisible spell struck Azazel at an impossible speed. Azazel didn't even get to sense the attack, and in the matter of a second, he froze mid-growl. And then his demonic armor shattered into dust.
His wings stiffened, unable to flap anymore.
His body hung there— alive but utterly immobilized. And his eyes went into a trance, similar to the state while Orion preached.
Alexander didn't give him any chance to get out of that illusory realm he was sent into, and lifted his right hand. His fingers then curved like he was grasping something invisible.
"Soul Capture, Activate."
A translucent, radiant hand exploded outward from his palm and pierced straight through Azazel's chest.
"GYAAAAAAAHHH—!"
Azazel shrieked, returning to reality again. However, his soul began to separate from his body like smoke pulled from a flame.
Yet, those still half-submerged in Orion's golden tranquility didn't even react. But some reacted.
Amon's eyes widened.
Ren Tianyu's breath hitched.
