"ARRGGHHH!"
An infernal scream echoed from within the golden clasp as Paramount began to force it apart. Veins of molten red light spread across the four-armed Neo-Angel's stone body, his muscles swelling as he pushed back against the crushing pressure.
A flicker of surprise crossed the Demon King's eyes as he witnessed the strength of the four-armed Neo-Angel.
"Not bad," the Demon King said calmly. "Your power and talent are extraordinary. Sadly, you are not on my side."
With those words, he opened his palm and shifted his arms into a strange posture, one that evoked the symbol of infinity itself. In the next instant, an ocean of golden palms descended from the sky, slamming into Paramount's body with merciless force. Each strike carried divine authority, driving the Neo-Angel downward, crashing him into the ground and continuing to press him deeper and deeper into the earth.
