It was thick on the air, a weight weighing down on the newly liberated town. Alex felt it everywhere, from the hushed whispers of the townsfolk to the preparations' steady hum within the manor. His first victory-the taking down of Lord Vallis and claiming of the town-had been sweet. But it was a victory that came with a heavy cost: the wrath of the demon king.
In the dark war room of the manor, Alex stood over a huge map, his fingers outlining the borders of the surrounding regions. His mind abuzz with thought, strategy to prepare for the battle ahead.
Mara always remained his staunch supporter; now she stood beside him, her eyes closely watching his every move. She knew this wasn't just another skirmish; this was the beginning of the demon king's retaliation. And he never showed mercy.
