As the Demon King placed his hands behind his back, he sighed deeply. "Elithira, please come forward," he commanded, his gaze fixed on the large towering door adorned with skulls.
Moments later, Elithira strolled in and dropped to one knee. "What can I do for you, Father?" she asked, her voice reverent.
"I think it's about time we revolt, my dear daughter, and get revenge for your grandfather. But first, we need to find where our little skeleton friend went. I believe I understand a bit more why his soul kept changing colors."
"O-oh, why is that, Father?" Elithira inquired, a mix of curiosity and concern in her eyes.
"In a moment. Go grab Kirana. I need her thoughts on what to do next, and then we will discuss."
The Demon King stood facing the door as Elithira responded, "Of course, Father," before sprinting out of the room, her usual purple attire fluttering behind her.
