Soon, Damian entered.
The moment Isla saw him up close, she grinned instinctively, hoping the familiar gesture might spark recognition.
But she quickly realized how monstrous that smile must look now.
'There is almost no chance he knows it is me.'
At the same time, Damian narrowed his eyes. From his perspective, the zombie king radiated a dangerous, oppressive aura.
Yet he reminded himself that this was merely a human infected by a common virus found on his planet.
His expression remained calm, almost indifferent.
"I am here," Damian declared, his voice echoing through the chamber, "to make a deal."
He did not expect much.
'This creature probably does not even understand human negotiation,' he thought.
Still, he had come this far.
It was worth trying.
As for worrying that he might be infected by the zombies, the superior being occupying the demon's body felt no concern at all.
