[Demon Realm]
Absolute silence enveloped the entire place, as if even the slightest sound could disturb the vast hall.
Before the throne carved from black obsidian and dark bones, a demon lay prostrate, trembling, his forehead pressed against the cold floor. His entire body shook, not from fear, but from a feverish mixture of devotion and euphoria.
"My king..." His voice was a whisper full of affection. "The plan has begun." The World Tree will soon fall... .
A crackling sound echoed, as if reality itself resented those words. The figure on the throne did not respond immediately. He remained motionless, as if the fact did not really matter to him. But deep in his eyes, a glimmer of longing shone, staring intently at a distant point beyond all that was visible.
