Within the majestic palace of the city's lord, an important meeting was taking place.
Unlike before, Marques Warcroft didn't bother to try his special 'session' now, he checked more paperwork, one wouldn't believe that demons knew of the infamous bureaucracy, but guess everything has an origin.
In front of him, the blazing green figure of another demon stood.
Lord Sandmortelle.
"So you're telling me that he killed a demon soldier in less than ten minutes...?"
"Yes, but he got heavily injured in the process."
"Even I might be scared of him if he didn't... is he a protector?"
"He isn't, my marques... He lacked basic knowledge about the Netherworld, moreover... he said he's the protector from some nearby city but he's not in the registry... unless he became a protector within the last century, I'm afraid he must have come out of the test..." The demon could only sigh with amazement at the ridiculousness of his words.
