Garion frowned as he looked down at his right hand.

It felt heavy.

When he tried to clench his fist, the movement lagged behind his intent.

Morveth laughed quietly.

"Did you really think," he said, "that I can only seal mana?"

Garion lifted his eyes.

Morveth straightened his back, the runes carved into his body glowing faintly.

"I am a Demon Count," he continued. "I don't just lock power. I lock actions."

He raised one hand slightly.

"I sealed your arm with [Lock of Judgement]."

Garion looked again.

That was when he noticed it.

Thin, glowing runes had appeared along his right forearm, wrapping around the muscles and joints like restraints etched into his skin.

Garion blinked once.

"…Huh."

Morveth watched him closely.

"Even now," Morveth said, "you can still move it. That alone tells me how abnormal your body is."

Garion smiled.

"You're really impressive," he said honestly. "I'll give you that."

He flexed his fingers again, slowly.

"But do you really think sealing just my right hand is enough to stop me?"

Morveth smirked.

"Of course not."

Garion's smile faded slightly.

"Because I didn't stop there."

Garion's eyes widened just a little.

He looked down at his chest.

Then his legs.

Then his shoulders.

Runes.

They were everywhere.

Across his torso. Down his thighs. Around his neck. Even faintly along his spine.

"…What the hell," Garion muttered. "When did you put all of this on me?"

Morveth spread his hands calmly.

"My domain," he said.

The air tightened again.

[Absolute Seal Domain]

"The domain empowers me," Morveth continued. "And within it..."

He took one step forward.

[Seal Suppression Field]

"This lets me embed seals into the space itself."

Garion clenched his jaw as the pressure increased.

"I don't need to touch you," Morveth said. "As long as you are near me, the seals are already prepared."

He raised his finger.

"[Lock of Judgement] simply activates what is already there."

Garion exhaled slowly.

"So you sealed my mana," he said. "My reaction time."

He shifted his weight, feeling resistance fight every movement.

"And now my body."

Morveth nodded.

"Yes."

He looked at Garion with calm confidence.

"To still be able to move after all that," Morveth said, "you truly are a strong human."

He paused.

Then his lips curved upward.

"And because of that," Morveth continued, "your taste will be incredible."

Garion's brows pulled together.

"…What the hell?" he said flatly. "Another pervert?"

He shook his head once, clearly annoyed.

"Do demons seriously think about nothing except eating humans?"

Morveth laughed softly.

"Of course," he replied. "Did you think we had the same luxuries as you?"

He lifted one hand and slowly flexed his fingers.

"We demons cannot refine elixirs the way humans do. We cannot swallow pills and break through realms so easily."

His eyes sharpened.

"So we rely on our talent and bloodline."

He took a step forward.

"And we discovered something long ago," Morveth continued. "Humans."

Garion narrowed his eyes.

"When consumed," Morveth said calmly, "your bodies, your growth, your potential…"

He smiled wider.

"…They function like elixirs to us."

Garion let out a short breath.

"I see," he said. "So that's why you like eating humans."

Morveth nodded without shame.

"Efficiency," he replied. "Why cultivate slowly when food walks on two legs?"

Garion's expression hardened.

"Well," he said, "that explains a lot."

Morveth's smile faded.

"And now," he said coldly, "it's time for you to die."

He turned his head slightly.

"Zathrek."

Zathrek straightened immediately.

"Yes, Count Morveth."

He looked at Garion, ash already gathering around his arms.

"You really are a strong human," Zathrek said. "But this time, I won't hold back."

The ash around him surged violently.

It twisted and compressed, forming into a massive spear.

Garion looked at the huge spear and only grinned.

"Come to me," he shouted. "If you can."

Zathrek snarled, gripping the spear tightly.

Morveth watched the scene with narrowed eyes.

"…It seems," he muttered, "you've become reckless."

Garion's muscles tensed despite the seals glowing across his body.

"Reckless?" he said. "No."

He smiled.

"I'm just done listening."

The ash spear trembled.

Zathrek's eyes were wide, his breath rough, ash pouring off his body in thick waves.

"Whatever you say now," he snarled, "it's useless."

He raised the spear high.

"Die, you bastard."

Zathrek hurled it forward.

The spear screamed through the air, tearing the ground apart as it flew.

The pressure alone crushed the road beneath it, sending cracks racing outward.

Garion's eyes widened.

"…That's big," he muttered.

For the first time, he felt it clearly.

This was power.

Zathrek had poured everything into that single attack.

The spear reached him in an instant and punched straight through.

It pierced his right shoulder with a sickening impact.

The sheer size and force tore through flesh and bone, and the momentum didn't stop there.

Garion's right arm was severed completely.

Blood sprayed across the ground.

"GRAAAH!"

Garion roared, his body staggering back as pain exploded through him.

He dropped to one knee, teeth clenched, breathing heavily.

For a brief moment, the road was silent.

Then laughter broke out.

Zathrek laughed loudly, shoulders shaking.

Morveth laughed as well, calm and cruel.

"Where is it now?" Zathrek mocked. "That arrogance?"

He stepped closer, looking down at Garion.

"Where is the brave human who said he would kill us?"

Garion's breathing was rough, his left hand digging into the ground. Blood dripped steadily from his shoulder.

Zathrek bent down and picked up the severed arm.

Ash curled around it, stopping the bleeding.

He turned and tossed it toward Morveth.

"Here," Zathrek said. "Your prize."

Morveth caught it easily.

He looked at the human arm in his hand, turning it slowly.

His eyes traced the muscle, the density, the structure.

"…So this is it," Morveth said. "A human body."

He smiled faintly.

"I haven't tasted human flesh in all my life before."

He lifted the arm slightly.

"And from someone like you... it should be exquisite."

Zathrek grinned wider.

"Enjoy it, Count Morveth."

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