Seraph Null was not what Damon had imagined. He had expected an entity shaped like a man, something familiar, something comprehensible.
What he saw was utterly inhumane.
This particular lesser god was a sphere of interlocking chains, endless and layered, rotating slowly upon itself. From its core spread nine massive wings. These wings were also chained, each feather larger than a mighty oak, stretching so far into the heavens that the clouds themselves parted when they brushed against them.
The very sky recoiled.
With Seraph Null's presence alone, Damon felt as if the world had tightened around him. The air grew heavy, his lungs struggling to draw breath, his bones screaming under an invisible pressure.
His voice echoed across the entire city.
Yet Lazarak did not respond.
He was met with silence.
All across the city, people froze where they stood, eyes lifted toward the sky. Even the flames seemed to hesitate.
Then the Chained people fell to their knees.
