Alex stood at the grand entrance of the manor, overseeing the town that was his domain. The morning sun began to rise over the streets and buildings of the town, casting a soft glow of gold across it all. Despite the serenity of the morning, Alex knew that would not be the case for a little while longer. The demon king would soon receive word of the lord's defeat, and retaliation would be quick.
The manor, once symbolizing the tyranny of the Lord, was now his. It would be a base of operations, but as it stood, it was hardly near fortified enough to face impending battles. He knew he had to act fast if he was ever to prepare himself for the inevitable.
Mara was right behind him in an instant, her boots lightly clicking against stone steps. "You're thinking about what comes next," she said-more a statement of fact, really.
