Jonathan was surrounded by the flames that surged up from his body. The King of Hell had descended. The flames writhed with the potential to burn everything around in a single breath, and in the next breath, they were sucked into his body altogether. Now, flames like wisps rose from Jonathan’s entire body.

“I asked what authority you will wield to put me on trial, Jack Benedict.”

Jack Benedict started to tremble horribly as Jonathan questioned him as if he was scolding him. The congressman’s face stiffened because the subject of his relentless interrogation had transformed into a supernatural being, tinged with red flames.

The fire quickly engulfed the table where Jonathan had been sitting, so it was only a matter of time for it to collapse and turn into black ashes.

“Are you qualified to command me? Do you have the power to enforce it?”

Jonathan’s voice wasn’t filled with anger. On the contrary, he was incredibly calm.

“Probably not because the reality is different from your wildest dreams. You guys need my consent to put me on trial, just like when I accepted the hearing to...