The desperate words of the guard echoed through the enormous, poorly lit chamber, while at the moment, it seemed as though time held its breath.
The demon king, upon his wide obsidian throne, didn't change a single motion. His glowing red eyes full of malice zeroed in on the guard that was quivering before him. The atmosphere around them was heavy, almost suffocating, and it would appear like even the room itself was awaiting word from the king's mouth.
"Alex. escaping?" the demon king repeated softly, his voice dark and dangerous, a whispered promise of mayhem. He started to rise from his throne, his towering figure casting an immense shadow across the chamber. The ground beneath his feet seemed to shudder with every step he took forward. Clad in his black-as-night armor adorned with glowing crimson runes, he was more the god of destruction than some ruler.
