The chains moved at the speed of light.
This was not metaphor. The solar chains that erupted from Damian's burning form were constructs of compressed sunlight given shape and purpose, and they moved at the speed that sunlight moved, because how could any man or demon be faster than the light of the sun itself?
Barbatos saw them coming. She recognized the threat and began to react with centuries of combat instinct, her body twisting sideways, crimson smoke flaring in a defensive burst. She was fast, an Eighth Circle Duke whose reflexes had been honed across more battles than most human civilizations had existed to record.
The chains reached her before her body finished turning!
White-gold links of solidified solar radiance wrapped around her torso and arms, each link branding itself into her flesh as it made contact, searing through her demonic Mana and the smoke surrounding her and the pale skin beneath all of it.
