When Jax stepped forward, the platform beneath his boots resonated. A soft wave of pressure went out, once again silencing the entire Capital, an instinctive silence as everyone saw their King take the stage.
Millions of demons, all of whom are different species from Vampires to Fallen angels and more all felt the same feeling at once, the subtle compression of will, the way space itself leaned inward, listening.
No-one dared to even breathe too loudly and inadvertently draw Jax's attention. Even the ambient hum of mana circulation across the city seemed to lower itself in deference.
Jax stood at the threshold of the Cathedral, framed by obsidian spires and crimson sigils that did not glow.
His golden eyes swept across the endless cityscape, the plazas packed beyond capacity, the layered balconies, the floating platforms suspended by gravity-defying arrays, the rail lines visible in the distance like veins of light.
