A Style That Overly Admires Freedom

When Baal's form fully appeared in the Imprisonment Chamber, the ultimate embodiment of order and evil, of premeditated, cunning cruelty, flooded the Death Eaters in the hall with its pure, varied, and despicable aura. After a brief stupor, they fell into uncontrollable trembling.

This was not born of fear of Baal's appearance, but a special ability possessed by devils of a certain strength. Like dragons and Dementors, they could make creatures within a certain range feel fear deep in their hearts—powerful monsters like these could rely on that fear aura alone to make many enemies hold back in battle, or even lose the ability to resist.

Among the Death Eaters in the room, elite wizards such as Bellatrix and Rabastan could still barely suppress the panic in their hearts and only trembled slightly, while the likes of Gilderoy Lockhart could not withstand the terrifying aura of death and evil shrouding Baal's body, and collapsed to the floor, shaking all over—of course, the Dark Lord himself was completely unaffected. He merely stood close by without a word, sizing up the abyssal fiend before him.

But when Bellatrix heard her beloved master being mocked by the devil before her, her brows shot upright. She clenched her fists, overcame the fear in her heart, and forced up the courage to roar at Baal, "How dare you! How dare you speak to the Dark Lord like that!"

Baal's gaze swept over the female Death Eater who had shouted. Under that stare, Bellatrix's body trembled slightly, and it was impossible to tell whether it was from fear or anger.

Baal withdrew the longsword filled with lightning in his right hand and hung it at his waist. Then he bent down and extended a finger, letting his nail touch the blood Hexagram imprisonment array that was