Daemon and Nyxtriel walked steadily down the corridor.
Today would be the day the palace drowned in blood—the Duke was coming.
Yet Daemon felt no fear. Only urgency.
He was still at Seventh Star—a pitiful level compared to the monsters of this kingdom.
Without Nyxtriel at his side, he would be nothing more than prey.
If only he had time to go out and hunt a boss monster, claim its spiritual stone, and ascend faster. But the palace was a cage now. He couldn't leave without risking everything.
He glanced at Nyxtriel, thinking.
Maybe she could hunt for him?
But even then—the surrounding lands had been stripped clean. The ogres were already wiped out. No real threats remained nearby.
Nyxtriel tilted her head at him. "Is something troubling you, my lord?"
Daemon gave a slight shake of his head, brushing it off.
She smiled softly. "If it is, you need only ask. I can comfort you... like a mother soothes her child."
