As a Warden, he was an object of fear among the prisoners of the city. He had been granted divine authority by the great god Seraph Null himself. His word was law. His presence alone was punishment.
Never in his life had anyone looked down on him.
His strength rested at the fourth class advancement. He was a calamity wearing human flesh.
So why did this man dare to insult him?
It was both insane and audacious.
At first it had been amusing. A stray insect buzzing too loudly. But now that amusement curdled into something darker. He wanted this man to suffer before he died.
How else would he reclaim his dignity as a higher being, a chosen by the great god Seraph null.
He raised his hand, a cold smile forming as he activated the brand. He could already imagine Damon collapsing to the ground, screaming as divine authority crushed his nerves.
"Kneel before me," he commanded calmly, his voice even with arrogance as if he was regarding an insect.
Nothing happened.
