Victor stood at attention, watching with bated breath as the Demon King took another bite of the **Abyssal Beast Roast**. The room was so quiet that even the faintest noise felt deafening. His mind raced, and his heart pounded in his chest. This was the moment of truth — the moment that would determine whether all his hard work would pay off or if it would all come crumbling down.
The Demon King chewed slowly, his fiery crimson eyes fixed on the dish, his expression unreadable. The demon generals, standing around the throne room, watched with equal intensity. Not a single one dared to speak, as though the very air was holding its breath.
