Silence fell throughout the pyramid.
The once roaring battlefield that was filled with screams, metal and chaos, was now wrapped in a suffocating stillness. The air hung heavy and suffocating as if the world itself had frozen in awe and fear.
The massive flaming sword still burned where it had fallen through. It impaled the demon through its chest. The fire crackled like a divine hymn, a holy contrast to the demon's unholy aura. The demon's body cramped beneath the weight of the weapon. It pinned the demon like an insect beneath divine judgment. Flames licked its corrupted flesh, not burning it in the traditional sense but purging it, consuming the abyssal energies that clung to its form like a second skin.
"W-What is this power?.." the demon screamed in agony, it's voice twisting into unnatural tunes. "Whose blade… WHOSE WRATH IS THIS?!"
