The demon cleared his throat and entered the Palace, turning on his heels and bowing dramatically, waving his daggers like a hat he didn’t even think to remove.
“I invite you, honored guests, to the humble abode of the Emperor of the Nameless World,” Helmer straightened and twirled his daggers. “Unfortunately, we are unable to provide a more suitable guide, as the entire staff is currently preoccupied with... A f*****g WAR!”
Helmer shouted so loudly that the echoes ricocheting off the wide corridors shook the stained-glass windows. Hadjar, cursing, drew his sword and looked around.
A second, then another, then ten seconds passed, but no one emerged from any of the numerous doors in the corridors or the courtyard.
“But the guards-”
“Not guards, but sentinels up on the walls,” Helmer co
