Rewinding time to a few months ago, the dungeon lay cloaked in an aura of anticipation. Crates and barrels were being loaded with haste, each item representing a shred of hope. The entire dungeon had already begun packing up their belongings, everyone ready to leave and start a new life on the outside.
The village was bustling with vigor as word spread through the entire settlement that their Demon Lord was already ready to deliver them from the darkness of the underground.
It was a hard thing to believe but over the past few weeks they had no reason to doubt their Lord's promises, the look of hope that sparkled in the eyes of the demon was something that they had long lost, it was only in recent times since they had met Bliss that this flicker came back, shining brighter and brighter.
"Atrox, are you hearing me? I said I need you." Atrox, whose mind was wandering off into space, heard Bliss's voice repeat again, still not believing the words.
