As Noah spoke, the air around the Demon Lord did not just turn heavy. It turned into a vacuum.
Noah had no intention of letting the watching crowds or the distant eyes of the universe see his true hand.
He flicked his finger, and a silent, invisible domain expanded, isolating the two of them and the twelve generals from the rest of the world.
To the Emperor and the citizens, time seemed to freeze, the scene turning into a blurry, static image.
Inside the domain, Noah's expression remained cold.
He did not even look at the demon. Instead, he scratched Beelzebub behind the ears.
"Beelzebub," Noah murmured. "He's a bit too loud for a pet. Talk to him. Tell him his options are very limited."
"As you wish, master," Beelzebub replied.
The small black cat hopped off Noah's shoulder, landing softly on the cracked stone.
Suddenly, the cat's eyes shifted from a playful yellow to a deep, murderous crimson.
