The wave of pain washes over Devaguea... but passes him by without the crippling effect.<br/><br/>"Let us continue," The Lantern King said, unruffled. "We both wear a crown. But what do you own? A patch of land, a few thousand mortal souls? My domain is chaos, magic, madness and deceit. Your power is nothing, compared to mine. And that is why you are helpless before me. You will take my every blow as a divine punishment, as something... imminent."<br/><br/>Yet again, he would feel that his next words would need to be chosen carefully, and quickly, to protect against the alteration of reality being spoken into being here.