"Jason, you can't do anything to me. I'll let you fill in the defects of my divine kingdom!" As Fycro spoke, a huge palm grew out from his back. Clean and unblemished, it grabbed Jason.
Jason merely smiled stoically. Fycro's words had no effect on him. His mage's mantra could not deal with Fycro. Likewise, Fycro's words could not affect him.
When the large, clean and unblemished hand reached out, it had even brought a sense of dignity that could not be described. However, when the large hand had reached out an inch, it was worn down for a minute by Jason's territory. When it was close to Jason, it had already been dulled and blackened.
Fycro had not thought there would be such a resolution. Jason's territory was horrifying. It was only at this time that Fycro realized that his body was as cold as ice, yet a ball of fire had been ignited in his heart. His mind began to feel dizzy and he could not concentrate.