At that critical moment, as the crushing weight of their seemingly hopeless situation pressed down on him and Rose's desperate words of encouragement rang hollow in his ears, Brown made a calculated and ruthless decision that prioritized his own survival above all other considerations.The bitter realization crystallized in his mind with perfect clarity: the absolute best way for him to literally survive this nightmare scenario was for him to abandon the group immediately and run away as fast as his legs could possibly carry him, escaping from this death trap before the inevitable slaughter began.Brown's survival instincts had completely overridden any sense of honor, duty, or romantic obligation he might have felt just minutes earlier. He was absolutely not going to be the one who took the fall in this suicidal confrontation. He was not going to be the one who died a meaningless death just because of misguided love or some foolish desire to prove his worth to a woman who had never t

At that moment, upon seeing what just happened, how the monster literally deployed the death gate right in front of their eyes, Brown shook his head in complete disappointment and frustration, his shoulders sagging as the reality of their trapped situation hit him like a physical blow. With a low voice that carried the weight of a man who had just watched his only escape route vanish into nothingness, he said, “Oh no, we can't leave again. Nobody can leave this place again. Nobody can escape. It is a death gate.”The words hung in the air like a death sentence, each syllable confirming what they all feared but none of them wanted to acknowledge.Sebastian and William stood frozen in place, their faces showing that they couldn't process what they were witnessing either, both men visibly utterly shocked at this turn of events that had just sealed their fate. Their eyes were wide with the kind of terror that comes when someone realize they've walked into a trap with no way out, their b

At that moment, recognizing that he needed to act quickly before the demon decided to make its first move against them, Henry King leaned closer to the group and whispered urgently to everybody present, his voice low but carrying clearly in the tense silence of the room, “This is a prison lock, not the death gate that we initially thought we were dealing with. A prison lock operates on completely different principles than a standard barrier.”He continued explaining the tactical situation in hushed tones, making sure everyone understood what they were facing and what their options were. “Prison locks have to do with one fundamental weakness that we can exploit if we coordinate our efforts properly. If all of us literally channel our spiritual energy together in a concentrated effort to break the prison lock at its weakest structural point, it simply means that the entire barrier is going to disappear completely and we can literally escape from there without any further complications

None of them had literally moved even a single step from their original positions, none of them had drawn weapons or begun channeling spiritual energy for attack, none of them showed any indication that they intended to support his suicidal charge or participate in the coordinated assault he had been counting on.It became painfully obvious that he was charging forward all alone, completely isolated and without any backup, rushing towards certain death with no support from the people he had trusted to follow his desperate plan.Immediately upon realizing that he had been abandoned by his supposed allies and that his tactical gamble had failed catastrophically, Brown started to desperately slow down his forward momentum, his body moving in what felt like slow motion as he tried to abort his attack and retreat to safety, but the physics of his charging run made it impossible to stop quickly enough.It was already far too late to change course or escape the consequences of his impulsive

At that moment, Henry King's body suddenly began defying gravity as it started floating helplessly in the air, his arms and legs spreading wide apart against his will as if invisible forces had seized control of his limbs, stretching him into a crucifixion-like position that demonstrated his complete helplessness against the demon's supernatural power.His entire body was suspended several feet above the ground, rotating slowly in the air like a puppet being manipulated by unseen strings, every muscle in his frame rigid with terror and the strain of fighting against forces far beyond his comprehension or ability to resist.Sebastian, William, and Rose's parents stood frozen in place, their faces showing expressions of pure shock and astonishment as they watched the King of War reduced to a floating, helpless victim who couldn't even control his own body movements.They were all paralyzed by the overwhelming terror coursing through their bodies, the sight of such absolute power being d