The demon made of Sam's corruption stared at him with burning crimson eyes, yet Sam did not flinch.
Instead of fear, a faint curiosity flickered across his face.
This thing, this living embodiment of his own sins, was the first "monster" that the primordial clone did not immediately try to attack.
The clone had never hesitated to strike at anything in their path, whether it could be harmed or not.
It attacked because that was its nature.
But now, standing before this towering demon of shadow and blood, it simply stood still.
That meant something.
If the primordial clone saw no reason to attack, then this demon was more than just an enemy.
"Oh well," Sam muttered, turning his back to it without a shred of concern.
The judges watching from above erupted with confusion.
[What is it doing?]
[ATTACK, DEMON!]
[COME ON, KILL HIM!]
Their voices were sharp with disbelief, echoing through the endless corridor of the trial.
