Chapter 47: Finishing off the Stolks
The skies above the Ghost Village trembled with black smoke as fires raged across the distant northern walls. Chaos poured through every crack in the once impenetrable defenses.
The Stolks—grotesque, monkey-like demons with blood-red eyes and knotted limbs—had launched a surprise raid with shocking precision. Their numbers surged through the outskirts like a demonic tide, their guttural howls piercing the morning air.
Lady Fares stood at the heart of the war chamber with Alice. The echoes of the alarm horns still rang through the corridors of the Ghost Palace.
"Another attack!!" Alice exclaimed.
"They moved faster than expected." Lady Fares said, narrowing her eyes at the map sprawled across the war table.
"No doubt Coris had a hand in this," Alice muttered. Her fists clenched.
" We must get her and make her pay for this."
Alice’s face darkened. She adjusted her gloves, already clad in a light armor that shimmered with spectral shadow patterns.
"Then we make them pay. We hold the north and wipe out the wave.Queen Fares, Alice—you both take command of your squads and secure the inner city."
Lady Fares nodded without hesitation. "The Ghost Forces will follow. We’ve been preparing for this."
"And I’ll take Lillian with me to the northern front," Dominic added as he stared at her mighty boobs. All wanted now was to touch them. "We’ll deal with whatever monster is leading this new horde."