Reverse Control

"The first ancestor has descended upon the mortal realm!" exclaimed Remington Neal, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. 

He was well aware of Braydon Neal's bloodline, which rivaled that of the first ancestor.

As the figure clad in shattered armor materialized, he reached out, aiming to seize the black banished immortal inside Braydon. 

It appeared as easy as plucking a chick.

The antics of the black banished immortal abruptly ceased, replaced by sheer terror. 

The hidden figure within Braydon's bloodline proved too formidable, utterly unyielding to the looming black entity.

With a swift motion, the first ancestor's figure grasped the black banished immortal with one hand and cleaved with the other. 

The blade rose, and the head fell—a clean decapitation.

Before the towering figure of the first ancestor, the black banished immortal appeared minuscule.