"And what, little human, is the price for this 'Entertainment Industry'?"
The Platinum Prince's voice echoed in the pristine chamber, no longer dripping with the agonizing boredom of immortality, but laced with a sudden, razor-sharp interest.
Damien didn't flinch under the Demigod's burning white gaze. He held up three fingers.
"Three things," Damien stated, his voice steady.
"First, a Healing Soul Elixir. Second, an artifact or catalyst capable of perfectly fusing opposing energies to push me toward the 8th Order. And third, unrestricted passage to Layer 7."
The silence that followed was so profound it was almost deafening.
Behind Damien, the four Royal Guards bristled. The Captain stepped forward, his halberd humming with lethal intent.
"Insolence!" the Captain barked.
"You stand before the prince and demand all these treasures in exchange for parlor tricks? I will take your head—"
"Silence."
