Rhys watched with a mixture of horror and fascination. "He's... he's not even using his lightning," he breathed. "He's just... playing."
Sylph's voice was quiet in his mind. 'This is how predators establish dominance. He's proving he can beat the Champion on the warrior's own terms before showing his true power.'
Pho's blank eyes gleamed with approval. "The young master understands psychological warfare. Every demon watching this will remember that the Soul Warden defeated their Champion without needing his magic."
Father Caelen smiled; his pride was evident in his expression.
Jack teleported again, this time appearing directly in front of the Champion.
At point-blank range, he unleashed a devastating combination.
Oscar's shaft striking like a club to create space, immediately followed by both demonic claws raking across the Champion's chest. Demon bone armor shattered under the assault, and deep gouges appeared in the Champion's torso.
