Mass Telepathy

loomed anonymously overhead, azure-colored hues emanating a sense of uneasiness. “Damn.. I should have bound her to Hell when I had the chance..” cursed the guardian, hand rested on his staff as a means of support. While a twinge of regret slowly welled up in his chest, he formed a resolve as he began to manifest every ounce of his very being, broadcasting it for the world to hear and know: “DEMONESS OPHELIA! I will not allow your tyrannical reign of terror to go on any longer. People of Earth, submission is not the answer. If you wish to be cleansed of the sins that this demon has plagued our world with, the answer is to FIGHT!”