Azriel's entire body was screaming—begging him to kneel.
Every muscle, every nerve, every bone cried out in agony, desperate to surrender. If not for the crushing paralysis induced by Pollux's aura, he would have already crumbled; he would have submitted utterly, willing to obey the star emperor's overwhelming presence.
Pollux…
Azriel couldn't even find a coherent word to describe the hurricane of emotions raging within him.
It was simply too much—too terrifyingly vast for his exhausted mind to endure.
Suddenly, Pollux turned his gaze toward Azriel. Instantly, Azriel's body shuddered uncontrollably, every cell in his being responding to the unbearable weight of those eyes.
"The current you, unfortunately, is far too weak to be taken seriously, Son of Death."
Azriel's eye widened, panic surging as he clutched his head.
'T-that…! His voice—inside my head!?'
Pollux's lips had never moved, yet his voice resonated mercilessly, directly into Azriel's mind.
