Jack's smile widened further, his dual-toned face splitting in an expression that transcended satisfaction.
The demonic urges weren't whispers anymore. They were screams.
Demands that grew louder with each passing second, amplified by a transformation reshaping his psychology.
His mismatched eyes blazed.
Jack started to walk forward.
Each step was slow and meant to draw out his fear.
Pho struggled to his feet in the rubble of the collapsed wall.
His blank white eyes tracked Jack's approach, watching the Soul Warden walk through the ruined throne room with hands still spread at shoulder level, electricity crackling between his fingers.
Jack's demonic hand came up slowly, clawed fingers extending toward the ceiling. Lightning gathered in his palm.
Deep violet energy that pulsed with power that sent a chill down your bones.
