Ty stood there, a fierce fire burning in his eyes, flickering with intense hints of red, as if mirroring the tumultuous emotions within him. "So, what do I need to do here? I've retrieved the item that will conceal me; I should be able to go back now, right?"
The Demon King, burdened with contemplation, slowly took a seat. He leaned forward, clasping his hands together, resting them over his head as if cradling a heavy weight of unseen thoughts. "Originally, yes," he admitted, his voice layered with a subtle, ominous tone. "But, even if you do return, I don't believe reclaiming your old life will be a simple task."
The room seemed to close in as shadows danced around, mirroring the uncertainty that loomed over their conversation. The Demon King's presence filled the space, his aura exuding a mixture of mystery and authority.
