Akun's eyes bore into Camilla, demanding answers that seemed to cling to the very air. The tension in the room was palpable as the enigmatic figure leaned in closer, his voice a chilling whisper. "Tell me," he urged, "what is the Demon King's grand design?"
"Oh, come on, handsome," she taunted, her words dripping with sarcasm, "what kind of general would I be if I just went around revealing the grand plans of my liege?" Her lips curled into a sardonic grin, defying even the agony that coursed through her. It was a brazen act of insolence in the face of relentless questioning.
