Kapitel 392: Sand Vs Lava

Mercy finished adjusting the clothes and stepped back, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Done. How does it look? Good?"

Hila examined his reflection in the mirror. "Hmm... too shiny, but it'll do," he muttered, turning away and heading towards the door.

Mercy followed close behind, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Mercy," Hila's voice echoed through the castle's grand hallways.

"Yes, Your Majesty?" Mercy replied, scurrying to catch up with him.

"When the humans start to infiltrate the living volcano mountain surrounding your dwelling, make it erupt," Hila instructed, his tone cold and calculated.

Mercy nodded eagerly. "Alright, alright! I'll do that as soon as they start getting inside the barrier."

Hila stepped onto the castle balcony, standing at the edge of the railing. "My fellow demons!" he bellowed, his voice amplified by the supernatural acoustics of the castle.