It Tastes Like Shit
Under Vico's gaze, the three aliens felt terrible pressure as they saw their surroundings change according to their greatest fears.
At the same time, they felt as if their bodies were bound or trapped in things that only they could imagine since these things didn't even exist in the Spiritual World.
Even though they were aware that they were hallucinating in front of a God, they couldn't counteract the feelings in their beings and withstand the enemy's pressure.
After only five seconds under Vico's domination, the weakest of them opened their mouth and spoke in the common language of the Spiritual World.
"30 years, in no more than 30 years, our reinforcements will arrive! But please, stop what you're doing. Don't kill me!" The weakest of the three Demigods cried out in agony.
"30 years?"
"Just that?"