The next day, the king sat in his royal chamber, a deep frown creasing his brow. His grand throne room was filled with the uneasy murmur of his advisors, but all fell silent as the king's most trusted advisor stepped forward to speak.
"Your Majesty," the advisor began, his voice low and grave, "our soldiers were killed near the forest of Kora village. Now, no one dares to even pass by that area. We must investigate this further."
The king leaned back in his ornate throne, his eyes narrowing.
"Do you think this could be a plot by the neighboring kingdom?" he asked, his voice heavy with suspicion.
The advisor shook his head.
"No, Your Majesty. From the way our soldiers were killed, it seems more like the work of a beast... or a demon."
The king's eyes widened at the word. A demon? He had heard the rumors, the tales whispered by the servants and soldiers, but he had dismissed them as mere superstition. Now, though, the truth seemed to be staring him in the face.
"What do you suggest we do?" the king asked, his voice quiet but firm.
The advisor straightened, his face set in determination.
"We must send someone who can handle this kind of threat. A skilled hunter or warrior, someone who knows the forest and its dangers. We cannot afford to lose more men. This demon must be stopped."
The king nodded slowly.
"Very well. Find me the finest warrior in the land. This creature, this demon, must be brought down before it destroys more of my kingdom."
The advisor bowed, turning to carry out the king's command. But even as the king watched him leave, a heavy weight settled in his chest. This was no ordinary enemy. And deep down, the king knew that this battle would not be easily won.
As the day wore on and the shadows grew longer, the threat of the demon in the forest hung over the kingdom like a dark cloud. The king could only hope that his best warrior would be enough to stop the terror before it reached the walls of the castle itself.