The towering figure snorted and closed his eyes.
'The one who killed Marzak is not ordinary… since he's able to absorb the demonic power that I have bestowed upon him through the demonic contract.'
The towering figure's mind surged with various thoughts while the three generals before him remained silent, patiently waiting.
"Alright, I suppose revenge would need to wait."
A pair of crimson eyes shone dimly over the mountain of gold.
***
"Hmmm, this kind of life isn't too bad."
A youthful voice drifted through the quiet forest clearing beneath the starlit sky.
High up on a thick tree branch, a boy reclined against the sturdy trunk, his hands folded behind his head as a makeshift pillow.
The cool night air brushed against his skin, carrying with it the crisp scent of pine and damp earth.
Above him, the moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting silver patterns on his relaxed face.
