The morning sun cast a golden hue over the castle as Juliana entered the war room, her steps purposeful. Around the table, a mix of her commanders, Hak, and the Demon King's emissaries awaited her arrival. The tension was palpable; the room felt like it was holding its breath.
Hak stood beside her as she took her place at the head of the table. The Demon King, lounging in a chair at the far end, offered her a smirk that did little to ease the atmosphere.
"We need to move quickly," Juliana began, her voice steady but firm. "Every moment we delay gives Kael more time to strengthen his forces."
Hakem, the Demon King's right-hand man, nodded. "Kael's army is vast, but their loyalty is fragile. They follow because they fear him, not because they believe in his cause."
"And fear can be a dou
