As the days passed, the Advisor, Corneo, and the General, Belaso, found themselves drawn to a secluded corner of the royal palace. Unbeknownst to them, their actions and thoughts were under the sinister control of the demons. It was in this hidden space that they spoke in hushed tones, their expressions wrought with confusion and a growing sense of dread.
Corneo's brow furrowed, lines of worry etched upon his face as he glanced around, ensuring no one was eavesdropping. "Belaso, something is not right. I feel... different, as if my thoughts are not my own."
Belaso, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and guilt, nodded slowly. "I share the same sentiment, Corneo. It is as if a dark shadow has enveloped my mind, controlling my every word and action."
