Silas stood before the demon lord, his posture relaxed but alert. He knew the power that radiated from the being before him, yet he felt a strange calm settle over his body.
"I'll make this simple," Silas said, his voice steady. "Hand over the crown, and we can both walk away from this unscathed."
The demon lord's eyes widened, then narrowed dangerously. A low growl rumbled from its chest, growing in volume until it shook the very foundations of the chamber.
"You dare?" the demon lord snarled, its voice dripping with venom. "You dare to demand my crown? The audacity!"
Silas remained unfazed, his grip on his war hammer tightening almost imperceptibly.
