In the deepest parts of the Demon Clan, a Demon, drenched in sweat, hurriedly arrived before a palace.
"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"
Upon receiving permission, this Demon quickly walked into the palace, knelt down, and exclaimed with a face full of urgency.
"What happened?" The large doors at the back of the palace closed, and the figure on the throne slowly turned around, looking at the kneeling Demon before him, and spoke with a calm voice.
"The Allied Forces are attacking!" This Demon's voice was somewhat flustered and urgent, evident that he had run from the direction of the battlefield.
"They're attacking?" The Demon King, hidden under the cloak, slightly frowned and looked down at the Demon: "Are you saying that not only were our forces defeated, but the enemy has also reached our doorstep?"
"My King, we..."
"Useless!"
