The Daemon King, Morvakar, snarled, his jagged teeth glinting as his lips pulled back in an expression of hatred.
The towering figure rose from his throne, the dark tattered robes around him swirling with an Magic energy.
His crimson eyes burned brighter as they locked onto Laston with an intensity that could melt steel.
"Because of you, my father died!" Morvakar's voice thundered, reverberating through the grand chamber like a storm. "You led him to his doom, convincing him to launch that foolish attack on the Elf Palace! To face the Dragon! And now you dare to return to my domain and speak of alliances?"
The Daemon soldiers flanking the room reacted instantly, their hatred looks the same as their king's. They turned to Laston with weapons raised and their crimson eyes blazing with fury.
The sharp edges of their jagged blades and spears gleamed ominously as they closed in.
"How dare you step foot here again!" one of the soldiers growled.
