Chapter 148: Report to the Demon King

Chapter 148: Report to the Demon King



Valeria emerged from the swirling darkness into the grand hall of the Demon King's castle.

At the far end of the hall sat the Demon King, his imposing form draped in a cloak as dark as the void itself. His throne, carved from obsidian and adorned with jagged, blood-red crystals, loomed above the rest of the chamber. His eyes, a piercing crimson, glowed from beneath his hood, tracking Valeria's every movement as she approached.

Valeria moved with purpose, her footsteps echoing in the vast chamber. Despite the weight of the rifles she had taken, her gait was steady. The dark magic that had swirled around her during her assault on the elven armory still lingered, crackling faintly in the air around her.

The Demon King's gaze remained fixed on her. Valeria came to a halt several paces from the throne, bowing her head slightly in acknowledgment of his authority. There was no need for formalities between them; she was one of his most trusted generals, and he expected results, not pleasantries.

"What have you brought me, Valeria?" the Demon King's voice was a low rumble, deep and resonant, reverberating through the hall.

Valeria raised her head, her dark eyes meeting his piercing gaze. With a flick of her wrist, she materialized several of the rifles she had taken from the elven armory. They hovered in the air before her, suspended by her dark magic.

"These," she said simply. "Weapons of the humans. Devoid of magic, yet they possess a power we have not encountered before."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The Demon King leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the rifles. He waved a hand and the rifles hovered towards the throne, settling into a slow rotation before him.

His eyes burned brighter as he examined them, each rifle turning to reveal its full form under his scrutinizing gaze.

The Demon King's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. "Good. But there is more. These humans have armed the elves, giving them tools they do not understand. The elves have become pawns in this game, believing themselves stronger. We will use this to our advantage."

"How so, my lord?" Valeria asked, her gaze steady on him.

"We will let the elves continue to believe in their newfound power. They will grow confident, bold. And when the time is right, we will strike. We will shatter their illusion of strength and remind them why they have always feared the darkness."

Valeria felt a surge of dark energy at his words, a cold smile spreading across her face. "They will learn," she said softly. "They will learn that power without understanding is a double- edged sword."

The Demon King nodded, a malevolent light in his eyes. "Go, Valeria. Begin your work. The humans have taken a bold step into the unknown, but they will find that they have only stepped into the shadow of their own doom."

Valeria turned, the rifles following her as she moved toward the exit of the throne hall. The Demon King's voice echoed behind her one last time.

"And Valeria," he called, "do not let them grow too powerful. If they begin to approach the threshold, remind them of the darkness that awaits."

"Of course, my lord," Valeria replied, her voice carrying a note of finality. She walked away, the shadows parting before her as she made her way to the depths of the castle, where she would begin her work on understanding and subverting the power the humans had so arrogantly grasped.

In the grand hall, the Demon King remained on his throne, his gaze fixed on the darkness where Valeria had disappeared.

"Looks like I have to speed things up before the humans can catch upto our power," he muttered to himself, his voice a mere whisper that echoed ominously through the empty hall.