"I don't believe you have such power over the tower!" a booming voice shattered the silence, drawing every gaze toward its source.
A hulking demon stepped forward—Greg, the 2nd Seat of the demon race. His skin was a deep, blazing red, his body armored in darkened scale-like skin, and two jagged horns curved upward from his skull like spears ready to impale the sky. His presence alone was oppressive, radiating the aura of a seasoned warrior and a symbol of authority among his kind.
"He's bluffing," Greg snarled, his crimson eyes glaring at Max with defiance. "You may have some recognition from the tower, but no one—no one in history—has ever had the power to ban an entire race from the Tower of Truth. Do you expect us to believe that a human not even of Seeker Rank can wield such a ridiculous authority?"
Murmurs spread like wildfire through the crowd of demons.
"He might be right," one demon whispered, voice tinged with cautious hope.
