The grand hall, once filled with murmurs of uncertainty and whispers of disbelief, now stood in a heavy, almost oppressive silence, as the weight of what had just transpired settled over the assembled demons like an inescapable force. The flickering torches lining the stone walls cast long, wavering shadows across the polished obsidian floors, their dim, amber glow illuminating the tense expressions of those present.
And then…
It happened.
A shift, like the first crack in an ancient dam before it gives way entirely.
One of the great demon generals, a massive figure with jagged obsidian horns and armor forged from the bones of fallen enemies, stepped forward. His glowing, molten eyes locked onto Tay, and in a motion that seemed almost surreal in its deliberation, he bent his knee, bowin
