Midas stood before the shadowy demon that stood behind the barrier. Its eyes were gleaming with malice as it loomed behind the barrier. The air in the chamber was thick with tension, and Midas felt the weight of the Demon's gaze pressing on his very Soul.
But Midas knew that if there was any moment to apply pressure onto the demon, that would be now. That was why he stood there with a faint smile at the edge of his lips. He was so unfazed that it was weird how much he had changed from a few moments ago.
"So," Midas began, his voice quiet but cunning through the oppressive silence. "If you're so powerful, how exactly did you end up sealed in here?" His words seemed genuinely interested, but there was a subtle mocking in them that made the Demon frown.
