I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Before the great doors of the hall, Gelud stood with his arms crossed, staring at the sealed entrance in silence. Behind him, the soldiers lined up in rigid formation exchanged uneasy glances.

Nearly an hour had passed.

The demigod had neither emerged nor given any signal. No sound, no movement—only an oppressive stillness.

"Perhaps…"

One soldier whispered to the man beside him, then snapped his mouth shut.

General Gelud had turned.

As several senior soldiers shot sharp looks at the hesitant man, Gelud spoke evenly. "It’s fine. Speak."

Swallowing dryly, the soldier glanced around before answering in a cautious voice. "I was thinking… perhaps we should check inside."

"I was thinking the same." Gelud gave a slow nod.