Zikk's Thoughts

I chuckled, a dark and menacing sound, as I surveyed the unconscious form of Lucifer at my feet. "Weak," I muttered, shaking my head in disdain. These mages, once so proud and powerful, were no match for the sheer force of my will.

Turning my gaze to the remaining mages, I could see the toll my aura had taken on them. Their faces were pale, their bodies trembling, as they teetered on the edge of consciousness. The pressure I exerted was too much for them to bear.

"My mana is running a little low," I mused a hint of amusement in my voice. With a casual flick of my wrist, I unleashed one final, devastating wave of pressure, watching as the mages succumbed to the overwhelming force, their bodies crumpling to the ground in a lifeless heap.

Of course, they were still alive. They were just unconscious.

The air was thick with the scent of fear and defeat, a testament to the sheer power I had wielded. I stood tall, my eyes scanning the scene with a sense of grim satisfaction. These mages had