—Ruler's Authority.
"Bow, Demon scum."
As the cold voice cut through, Nicodemus lost instinctive control over his body and crashed through the air, straight into the ground.
—BOOM!
'What——?'
The air felt significantly heavier and harder to breathe, almost intangible, as an indescribable force bore down on their shoulder and head, forcing Nicodemus to lower his head without control.
All of a sudden, Zets screamed internally.
'[This sensation!!]'
The Demon's voice ringing in Nicodemus's ears at that second betrayed a myriad of emotions and reactions.
—Fear.
Pressure.
Awe.
Trepidation
'[Has a 'Lord' come?!]'
Wh..at... Nicodemus pulsing thoughts were in fragments.
'Wh...at are yo...u...'
Nicodemus shuddered uncontrollably as deep cracks tore and spread open underneath his knees across the ground.
He found it hard to breathe and his body and bones quakend under intimidating pressure.
