The man on the throne's eyes sparkled with a mixture of anticipation and resolve as a knowing smile played at the corners of his lips. he leaned forward, his voice filled with confidence and authority.
"Indeed," he nodded. "Their appearance signifies that they have already gathered the keys and obtained the Heavenly Spark."
A flicker of disappointment crossed his face as he continued, his emotions growing more evident. A momentary flash of killing intent glimmered in his eyes.
"But what truly disappointed me is that one of our vassals has chosen to betray us," he spoke, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and anger.
The white-robed man's expression darkened in response. Such treachery was unheard of within the long and storied history of the Devil Court.
"Where are they now, Your Majesty?" the white-robed man questioned, his voice steady despite the brewing storm of emotions.
