Grimruk's heart thudded in his chest, but his face betrayed no emotion. He could feel the immense power radiating from the demon lord seated before him and the catastrophe-ranked manticore that had been lurking behind them the entire time. The presence of these forces was overwhelming, enough to send even the most experienced warrior into a panic. But Grimruk stood firm, unwilling to let the sheer weight of the situation break him. Igor and Milly, though both powerful in their own right, were already on edge, feeling the full brunt of the hostile atmosphere.
"Go on, speak," the demon Arceth taunted, his sharp, sinister voice cutting through the silence. His eyes gleamed with malicious amusement. "Are you scared just by seeing my master?"
