Chapter 182: Incompetence Incompetence

Chapter 182: Incompetence Incompetence



The four Demon King Generals-Thalor, Garruk, Valeria, and Telus-returned to the ominous halls of the Demon King's castle. The air inside was thick, filled with a weight that pressed down on them as they walked through the towering black gates. None of them spoke. Shame clung to them like a shadow, their failure fresh in their minds. Each step echoed off the cold stone floors, adding to the suffocating tension that followed them.

At the far end of the dark throne room sat the Demon King. His presence was overwhelming, a figure wrapped in darkness, his red eyes glowing faintly beneath his crown. His aura radiated raw power and fury, and even from a distance, the four generals could feel the seething anger waiting for them.

None of them dared to look directly at him.

As they reached the center of the room, they knelt before the throne, their faces downcast. Not one of them spoke a word; they were waiting, bracing themselves for the inevitable storm of rage.

The Demon King's voice broke the silence like a crack of thunder. "Explain yourselves," he growled.

"How is it that four of my strongest generals, sent to retrieve a simple objective, have returned empty-handed?"

Thalor, the assassin, tightened his fists on the floor but said nothing. His pride, already wounded from the battle, couldn't bear the thought of explaining their failure. Valeria, usually composed and deadly, could barely bring herself to meet the Demon King's gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. Garruk's massive hands gripped the hilt of his axe, knuckles white from the tension. Even Telus, always calm and collected, seemed shaken, his usual arrogance crumbled under the weight of their defeat.

"I am waiting for an answer," the Demon King hissed, his patience waning. "Or have you all forgotten how to speak?"

Garruk was the first to break the silence.

"We won't fail again, my lord. The humans may have used their technology to gain an advantage, but we've learned their tactics. We'll adapt. Next time, we'll crush them."

"I have heard that excuse before, Valeria," the Demon King interrupted coldly, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "You told me the same thing when you failed to overrun their base of operations. And yet, here we are-another failure, and more excuses."

Valeria stiffened, the weight of his words crushing her pride further. She wanted to retort, to argue that the enemy had changed, but she knew better. The Demon King was not one for excuses, especially not now, when their failures were piling up.

"My lord..." Garruk began again, his voice low. "We fought with everything we had. Their air superiority caught us off guard, but it will not happen again. We've learned-"

"Enough!" the Demon King thundered, his patience snapping. The entire throne room seemed to tremble under his rage, the shadows around him thickening as his dark aura intensified. "I am surrounded by incompetence! My strongest warriors, my trusted generals, brought low by humans and dwarves!"

The room fell silent once more, the tension unbearable. The four Demon King Generals, each powerful in their own right, now knelt before him in utter humiliation, unable to defend their

failure.

The Demon King's eyes, glowing crimson beneath his crown, surveyed them with disdain. "You claim to have learned their tactics? Then prove it. I will not accept another failure. You will go back, and you will bring me the heads of those responsible. If you return empty- handed again, I will not be so merciful."

A cold silence followed his words, the threat hanging heavily in the air. None of the generals doubted the Demon King's resolve. Failure again would mean their end.

Thalor, who had remained quiet throughout, finally raised his head slightly, his voice a low rasp. "We will not fail again, my lord. We will destroy them."