As the leader of the demon army finished his impassioned speech, his face contorted with a mix of frustration and rage.
His eyes narrowed, and he pointed an accusatory finger at Lethargia, who was still reclined on the ground, blissfully asleep.
"What kind of Warlord are you?!" he seethed, his voice dripping with irritation. "We're here to liberate the Netherworld, and you're sleeping through it?!"
Lethargia was undisturbed by the chaos around her, mumbled in her sleep, "Liberate the Netherworld . . . I just want a pillow, not a revolution . . ."
The leader was now practically shaking with anger, and shouted, "This is an outrage! Are you making fun of us?! With our army we hold you by the neck! We can end your life at any moment!"
Meanwhile, on the other end, Ren and the others watched with deadpan expressions.
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