"I can't take it anymore, please, just let me go."
"Maria, I need to find Maria!"
After some struggle, Madison had no choice but to summon Jenny. She felt that Damon had grown even stronger—stronger than humanly possible. He moved like a machine, showing no signs of fatigue.
Madison had been wondering how to call Jenny, but before she could act, Jenny—dressed in silk pajamas—suddenly teleported from downstairs to the room. She looked dazed, her cheeks flushed.
"Teleport? Jenny's a sorcerer too?" Madison asked.
"It's me, don't waste time, business is urgent," Damon explained. "I'm running an experiment."
Damon discovered that after gaining Jason's abilities, he might have become a perpetual motion machine. Jason is a spirit of evil, an immortal revenant whose body never tires until it dies again. Damon seemed to inherit this trait. With tenfold human-level attributes, combined with this "perpetual motion," he was lethal.
Still, Damon noticed that his endurance capped at 100—so it wasn't true endless energy, just rapid recovery. He needed more testing. Unfortunately, Jenny and Madison were too weak for meaningful experiments.
"Rest for now, I have some matters to attend to."
Damon looked outside and saw sorcerers surrounding the building. Mordo led ten elite Kamar-Taj sorcerers and was setting up a formation.
Suddenly, a loud voice rang out:
"FBI! Everyone get down!"
The sorcerers instinctively raised their hands. They weren't inherently hostile to mundane authorities.
"This FBI agent… I can tell he's a criminal just by his perfect stealth!"
"I know you're guilty! Surrender, or I'll send you to—"
Mordo froze, realizing he was facing racial discrimination. He had been judged both before and after becoming a sorcerer, and now this. He summoned a protective red ring, but saw the figure clearly.
"Da—mon!!" Mordo shouted—he'd been tricked. The "FBI" was Damon himself.
Damon stood atop a rocky ridge, arms crossed, looking down at the sorcerers.
"Why are you all up at night? Haven't we dealt with each other before?"
One tall sorcerer spoke up:
"Damon, due to your reckless use of magic in Crystal Lake, you must come to Kamar-Taj for judgment by the Supreme One!"
Thanks to Jason's spirit vision, Damon could see even in the dark.
"Oh, it's you," Damon smirked. "I thought you had betrayed Kamar-Taj."
The sorcerer, Cassilius, swore loyalty to the Supreme One, but had acted instinctively.
"You're surrounded. Surrender now, every sorcerer outside is here!" Mordo commanded, summoning his staff. Others followed, forming magical weapons.
Damon, unfazed, activated a trick: dozens of round objects appeared beneath the sorcerers.
"What… grenades?!" Cassilius exclaimed.
"WTF?!" The sorcerers scrambled, realizing they couldn't use magic against live explosives.
Damon laughed: "Grenades are better than your magic, right? Times have changed."
Mordo, enraged, twisted his hands, reversing the environment around them. Streets, lamps, and buildings warped, forming a Mirror Space—a virtual world that defied physical laws.
"This is my world!" Mordo declared, standing atop a higher rooftop. Even Cassilius and the other sorcerers looked on in awe. Mirror Space is high-level magic; previously, only the Supreme One could master it.
Cassilius shouted: "Surrender! This is invincible magic!"
"Oh? Can you really control everything here?" Damon smiled meaningfully.
"Of course!" Mordo said confidently.
"Well… let's see."