In the Midnight Castle, a storm brewed, not in the skies, but in the hearts of those within.
King Kai stood in the war room, his fingers gripping the edges of the massive, intricately carved table that displayed the map of the realm. Around him, advisors, generals, and tacticians buzzed with activity, but their voices blended into an indistinct hum. The king's mind was focused elsewhere, his thoughts pulled irresistibly toward the border.
The messenger's words echoed in his mind: “The demon army has begun emerging through portals near the border village.”
It was a phrase he had dreaded since Tay’s reports began trickling in weeks ago, offering warnings of Samael’s rising forces.
Tay’s intelligence had been invaluable, revealing hints of a coming storm. Yet even with the preparation a
