King Thandor sat in his office, listening to his advisors as they updated him on the security of the Great Forest of Arendel. The atmosphere in the room was serious, but he remained calm as his advisors spoke.
One of the advisors stepped forward, frustration clear in his voice. "The humans trained our soldiers in their modern warfare, but why did they fall so easily against a single demon? We're talking about demons as if they're something ordinary now. No human can match a demon in combat, and it seems their training didn't prepare our forces for that."
Another advisor, an older elf with a thoughtful expression, shook his head. "You're forgetting something. These humans brought down a Flame Dragon. No one has ever dared challenge such a creature, let alone defeat it. The demon that broke into our armory was stronger than anything they expected."