The master bedroom of the recently conquered stronghold was bathed in a dimness heavy with sensuality and mystery. Nestled in the heart of the fortress.
"You were really enduring," she murmured, her melodious voice carrying a promise of forbidden pleasures. "The way you... I still get shivers from it."
Kaiser smiled, a mocking rictus stretching his thin lips. His cold blue eyes, almost icy, met those of the demoness.
"That was just an appetizer, Lilith."
But the moment of respite was brutally shattered.
A dull, deep, telluric rumble shook the very foundations of the stronghold. The basalt walls swayed, sending cracks through the frescoes adorning the walls. The sound of a horn, shrill and hoarse, tore through the air saturated with sulfur and demonic mana. This was no ordinary rallying call: it was a war cry, charged with black magic, making bones vibrate within their flesh.
