The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Belphegor entered the vast chamber. Upon his arrival, he found the key members of Manggot already gathered, awaiting his presence.

Their eyes turned towards Belphegor as if on cue, and he, without much reaction, took his seat at the grand round table.

"Let the meeting commence," Belphegor declared, Hagley standing silently behind him.

"Reporting," began the woman seated opposite Belphegor. "The descent is expected to be completed within a week. The followers are all in good condition, and the combatants have all followed the shadows as previously assigned."

"A week... How leisurely our God is," the demon remarked sarcastically. With no clear hierarchy established, there was no one present who could challenge Belphegor's words.

"What of the movements within the Imperial Palace?"

"No particularly suspicious activity has been reported."

"Hmm," Belphegor's gaze briefly fell downwards. "Osprey must have seen through us. This lack of movement is unsettling."

"Perhaps they are conducting their operations discreetly to avoid causing unrest among the Imperial citizens."