*Sigh*
Suddenly, the sound of sighing echoed throughout the space, then a stream of black smoke rushed out of Alec's body, turned into a giant hand, and grabbed Lathel.
Lathel was startled and tried to struggle, but this hand was like a hydraulic press, making it impossible for him to move.
"Don't struggle in vain." A strange voice rang out. The voice sounded like ten people speaking at the same time, so it was impossible to tell whether the owner of the voice was male or female.
A puppet with sharp claws and two bat wings appeared, floating in the air.
"I didn't expect that... Someone like you could do things that seemed impossible."
The Demon Lord's puppet spoke up.
"It's strange; you're just an ordinary person; you don't even have anything special. Yet, you were able to drive someone known as the 'Son of the World's Will' to the brink of death."