The clapping sounded casual, yet it did not travel through the air at all. Instead, like three tolls of a mighty bell, it exploded in the deepest recesses of Teth-Adam's mind, carrying a terrifying, irresistible psychic shock!
Buzzz-!
Teth-Adam's entire body abruptly stiffened. The light in his eyes, clouded by excessive grief and anxiety, was forcibly swept clear by that immense psychic force, restoring its rightful clarity and cold sharpness.
The golden lightning about to surge out instantly withdrew into his body as well.
He jerked his head up and saw someone standing dozens of meters in the air, though he had no idea when the man had arrived.
Dressed in casual clothes, Solomon looked down upon everything from above.
A mocking, cold smile played at his lips. He clapped softly as he spoke leisurely, his tone that of someone watching a show:
"What an absolutely spectacular show."
"First, you carefully engineered a fatal construction accident, perfectly recreating the tragedy from five thousand years ago to tear through Teth-Adam's psychological defenses and forcibly awaken his most painful memories. Then, using extraordinarily sophisticated Mind Stone powers, you extracted the images he most longed to see from his subconscious and gave this illusion form."
Solomon surveyed the scene below with interest, undisguised admiration in his voice.
"Over this brief hour, you kept applying psychological suggestion and Mind Stone induction, deepening his guilt step by step, until he was utterly consumed by the joy of regaining what he'd lost and the fear of losing it again... All that groundwork was meant to make him willingly surrender his champion power at the final moment. You really went all out for this power."
At this point, Solomon narrowed his eyes slightly and asked coldly:
"The script was perfect. There's just something I'm curious about. As