The Demon didn't waste any time. Its arm slashed out—or so it hoped to. Instead, it found that it was frozen in place.
Outside of the orb, the Dagger Call Platform had appeared in miniature form, hovering just outside. However, even with such a small stature, its presence was no less all-consuming and looming.
The Demon couldn't break free of Theron's grip, even after Theron shattered another chain, and then another, until the only one that was left was the one around the Demon's neck.
Theron leapt up, grabbing the chain behind the Demon's neck.
Then, he squeezed.
BANG.
The chain shattered into a rain of pieces, and the power the Demon was radiating suddenly spiked by several orders of magnitude. Its howls caused pulsing waves of crimson to dance across the grey clouds, and suddenly it felt as though Illusive Grey was a name that was lacking in some context.
BOOM.
