Somewhere In a dark and damp cave in the North, a group of demons gathered together, huddled around a flickering torch. Their glowing red eyes were fixed on a map of the Milea Kingdom spread out on the ground.
"We must find a way to weaken their economy," said the demon with the largest horns. "Their currency is what fuels their power. If we can disrupt their trade routes, we can bring them to their knees."
"But how?" asked another demon with spiky black hair.
"We must convince the merchants in the neighboring kingdoms to stop trading with Milea," replied the horned demon. "We'll offer them a better deal, of course. And if they don't agree, we'll use force."
The demons cackled at the idea of using violence to achieve their goal.
"But what about their army?" asked a demon with a raspy voice. "They're known for their strength in battle."
