The demons moved quickly, their footsteps echoing through the corridors as they raced to transform the hall.
Anna was everywhere, her voice carrying through the air as she gave order.
"Red! We need more red on those tables," she said, gesturing to one of the workers arranging wine bottles. "And make sure the tablecloths is black to match!"
Some demons exchanged skeptical glances but held their tongues.
Anna's presence demanded respect—not only as the rumored partner of a general but as a Demon King herself.
A younger demon dared to mutter under his breath, "Red and black, everywhere? It's a bit… much."
Another older demon nudged him sharply, silencing him with a quick shake of the head.
She spotted them and quickly stepped over, arms crossed.
"Is there a problem with the color scheme?" Her eyes narrowed, her smile holding a hidden threat that made the younger demon immediately avert his gaze.
