In the foreboding domain of the evil queen summoner, the air crackled with dark energy as her minions cowered before her imposing figure. Her eyes glowed with an eerie intensity as she surveyed her domain, her impatience evident in the tense set of her jaw and the furrowed lines on her forehead.
"What is the hold-up?" she demanded, her voice a low, menacing growl that sent shivers down the spines of her minions. "Why is there no human offering to me yet?" Her words echoed ominously in the cavernous chamber, mingling with the shadows that danced along the walls.
Her minions trembled in fear, casting furtive glances at each other as they struggled to find an answer that would appease their formidable queen. They knew all too well the consequences of failing to meet her demands, and the thought sent a chill down their spines.
But despite their fear, none dared to speak, their silence a testament to the terror that the evil queen summoner instilled in them. As her dark aura pulsed with renewed intensity, the minions bowed their heads in submission, praying silently that they would not become the next victims of her wrath.
In the dimly lit chamber of the evil queen summoner's throne room, the air was heavy with tension as her minions cowered before her imposing figure. The flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the walls, accentuating the ominous atmosphere that pervaded the room.
As one brave minion dared to speak up, the queen's piercing gaze bore into him like daggers of ice, her eyes ablaze with fury. "It was because of the summon hero," he stammered, his voice trembling with fear.
"The summon hero?" the queen's voice cut through the silence like a whip, her tone dripping with disdain. "What kind of weaklings are you to be defeated by a mere summon hero?"
Her words struck like a physical blow, sending a chill down the spines of those gathered in her presence. The minions shifted uneasily, their eyes darting nervously as they awaited her wrath.
"You are all losers to be defeated so easily," the queen continued, her voice growing colder with each word. "Pathetic creatures, unworthy of my favor."
But the brave minion pressed on, despite the queen's mounting anger. "But, ma'am," he began, only to be cut off by a sharp gesture from the queen.
"Silence!" she thundered, her voice echoing off the stone walls with a force that made the very foundations of the chamber tremble. "I will not tolerate excuses or failures in my domain. If you cannot handle a mere summon hero, then you are all nothing but worthless vermin to be crushed beneath my heel!"
Her words hung in the air like a death sentence, the minions bowing their heads in shame as they awaited her judgment. They knew that in the presence of the evil queen summoner, failure was not an option, and that those who dared to defy her would suffer the consequences.
As the tension in the room reached its peak, the queen's right-hand minion, a shadowy figure lurking in the corner, stepped forward, his voice barely above a whisper but carrying an air of authority that demanded attention.
"Perhaps, my queen," he began, his tone respectful yet tinged with a hint of caution, "you should gaze upon your dark mirror. It may reveal the truth of the matter."
The queen's eyes narrowed at his suggestion, her expression a mix of curiosity and suspicion. The dark mirror was a powerful artifact, capable of revealing hidden truths and uncovering secrets shrouded in darkness. It was a tool she wielded with great caution, for its revelations were not always welcome.
Nevertheless, the queen nodded her assent, her curiosity piqued by the possibility of uncovering the source of her minions' failures. With a graceful gesture, she summoned forth the dark mirror, a swirling pool of inky blackness that seemed to draw in the very light around it.
As she peered into its depths, the queen's reflection shimmered and wavered, distorted by the arcane energies that permeated the mirror. Slowly, images began to form, flickering and shifting like ghosts in the mist.
She watched in silence as scenes unfolded before her eyes, revealing the exploits of the summon hero and her minions' futile attempts to thwart her. The queen's lip curled in disdain as she witnessed their failures, her anger simmering beneath the surface like a coiled serpent.
But amidst the chaos and destruction, a glimmer of hope emerged. A plan began to form in the queen's mind, a scheme to turn the tide of battle in her favor and crush her enemies once and for all.
With a cold smile, she turned away from the dark mirror, her resolve hardened and her determination renewed. The summon hero may have bested her minions for now, but the queen knew that her reign of darkness would not be so easily undone.
"Prepare my forces," she commanded, her voice ringing with authority. "We have a summon hero to deal with, and I intend to show her the true meaning of fear."
The queen's laughter echoed through the chamber, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of her minions. Her derisive tone dripped with scorn as she mocked the summon hero and his seemingly meager band of companions.
"What kind of hero relies on just three women?" she taunted, her voice laced with contempt. "Ha! Pathetic!"
But her laughter was cut short by the solemn words of her right-hand minion, whose gaze bore into her with unwavering intensity.
"Forgive me, my queen, but the summon hero is far more formidable than you realize," he spoke, his voice steady and unwavering despite the tension in the air. "Their battle tactics are in sync, their bond unbreakable. Underestimate them at your peril."
The queen's expression darkened at his words, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she quickly masked it with a facade of confidence. She had faced countless foes in her quest for power, but something about this summon hero and his companions filled her with a sense of unease she could not shake.
Nevertheless, she was not one to back down from a challenge. With a steely resolve, she squared her shoulders and turned her gaze back to the dark mirror, her mind already racing with plans to overcome this new threat.
"Prepare my armies," she commanded, her voice low and commanding. "We will crush this summon hero and his companions, no matter the cost."
The queen's eyes gleamed with malice as she surveyed her minions, her lips curling into a sinister smile. Each word dripped with venom as she addressed them, her voice carrying the weight of her malevolent intent.
"My loyal servants," she began, her voice low and ominous, "we stand on the brink of victory. The time has come to crush our enemies beneath the heel of our might and reclaim what is rightfully ours."
Her words resonated with a dark power, stirring the hearts of her minions with a fervent zeal. They listened intently, hanging on her every word, eager to carry out her bidding and unleash havoc upon their foes.
"We shall march upon the mores city," she declared, her voice rising with a fervor that sent chills down their spines. "We shall lay waste to all who dare oppose us, leaving naught but destruction and despair in our wake."
Her words fueled their fervor, igniting a burning desire for conquest within their hearts. With a sense of grim determination, they prepared themselves for the coming onslaught, knowing that they would stop at nothing to achieve their queen's dark ambitions.
As the queen looked upon her minions with a mixture of pride and disdain, she knew that victory was within their grasp. With her armies at her command and her will as iron as the darkest depths of the abyss, she would not rest until the mores city lay in ruins at her feet.
"And than the queen say again to her right hand if ever the hero is not in the city anymore still kill all the people there to for my offering i want the people scream and bone crushing fleash i enjoy hearing them all and make them offer to me hahahahah and than the right hand say yes my queen"
The right hand minion bowed deeply, their eyes filled with a mix of reverence and dread. "Your will shall be done, my queen," they replied, their voice trembling with anticipation. "The people of mores city will know true terror before they meet their end."
The queen's lips curled into a wicked smile as she watched her minions depart, her dark laughter echoing through the chamber. "Yes, let fear reign supreme," she whispered to herself, her eyes gleaming with malevolent delight. "For I am the mistress of darkness, and all shall tremble before my wrath."
As the army marched forward, their footsteps echoing ominously across the land, they made meticulous preparations for the impending assault. Each member of the dark army knew their role in the coming conflict, and they worked tirelessly to ensure that nothing would stand in their way.
The sinister energy that enveloped them crackled with anticipation, fueling their determination and instilling a sense of dread in all who beheld them. As they advanced, their ranks swelled with creatures of the night, drawn to the promise of chaos and destruction.
Their supplies were as dark and foreboding as the army itself. They carried with them weapons forged from the blackest steel, enchanted to inflict maximum suffering upon their enemies. Potions brewed from the darkest herbs and ingredients lined their packs, ready to bolster their strength and endurance in battle.
*To be continued*