Demon Territory – Celine's War Tent
The tent was bathed in the dim, crimson glow of enchanted braziers, their flames casting long, dancing shadows across the canvas walls. A large map of the region lay spread across the central table, marked with small flags and pins indicating troop movements, supply lines, and key positions.
At the head of the table sat Celine, her pale features sharp and focused in the flickering light.
She leaned back, her fingers steepling beneath her chin as she studied the map before her.
"How did the attack go? Were the assassins successful?"
A demon officer stepped forward, his posture rigid, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction.
"Very successful, Commander. The assassins struck Selena's headquarters as planned."
A cold, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of Celine's mouth.
