The Stubborn Demon

The moment Rakuzan uttered those words, the room itself seemed to shift, as if the very air had bowed to his command. There was no grand spectacle, no visible magic spell or powerful wave of mana. Yet, the demon, bound in chains, visibly tensed, his eyes wide with a mix of confusion and fear.

"W-What... What did you just...?" The demon's voice faltered, his defiance starting to crumble. His body quivered as though the order Rakuzan gave him was crawling under his skin, forcing his very soul to obey.

"Do you feel it now?" Rakuzan stepped closer, his eyes still locked onto the demon's. His voice remained calm, but there was an edge to it—a subtle but overwhelming authority that no one in the room could ignore. "You don't have the luxury of resisting. I didn't come here to waste time with your stubbornness."