Astaroth studied it with intense interest. He was in the midst of admiring this beautiful piece of artifact when the doors to the chamber burst open and blood-red energy flooded the room.
When the energy gathered, it revealed the figure of a towering Demon General. Varakos... a powerful demon released from the Great Demon Prison.
Seeing his subordinate enter ill-manneredly, Astaroth raised his brow. His expression showed clear displeasure.
"Why are you here, Varakos?"
The Demon General lowered his head.
"My apologies, Lord. But the humans have attacked our encampment."
The moment he spoke those words, Astaroth paused for a second, then his lips curled upward.
"Hoh? This is unexpected. They were barely holding together beneath the pressure of our many legions. And now they dare attack us directly?"
Astaroth swirled the wine within his goblet, finding it funny.
