Chapter 78: The Demon King’s Throne Room
The towering obsidian palace loomed over the blood-red horizon, its jagged spires piercing the dark sky. As Henry and I stepped through the massive gates, the guards, monstrous in size and power, parted without a word. They knew why we were here.
At the heart of the palace, the Demon King sat upon his throne, his presence alone suffocating the room with raw power. His crimson eyes gleamed under the dim torchlight, his massive horns casting long shadows across the dark chamber.
As we approached, I spoke first, my voice unwavering. "Baron's Right Hand and Left Hand have been defeated. Now, only Baron remains."
The Demon King let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, his voice like grinding stone. "Impressive. Few could accomplish what you have."
Henry crossed his arms, his gaze sharp. "We held up our end of the deal. Now, it's time for you to hold up yours."
The Demon King's eyes narrowed, amusement flickering in his expression. "You two are bold, I'll give you that." He leaned forward slightly. "But before I give you your answers, tell me—how did Baron's generals fight? Did they seem... stronger than expected?"
I frowned, recalling the battle. "They weren't just strong. They had powers beyond what they should have. It felt... unnatural."
Henry nodded. "It was as if something—or someone—was amplifying them."
The Demon King's expression darkened, his clawed fingers tapping against the armrest of his throne. "Then my suspicions are confirmed. Baron has made a pact far worse than mere betrayal."
Henry and I exchanged a glance.
"What do you mean?" I asked.