Aengus had just finished devouring Frostbane City, bringing his level to 945. The journey had proven fruitful, but there was no time to linger.
Next, he set his sights on Crimson Shard Fortress, a den of the vilest demon mercenaries.
Without hesitation, he initiated Omni-Devour. The black hole roared to life, consuming everything in its path.
Suddenly, Manas's voice rang out, filled with urgency.
"Master, my predictive abilities have detected danger. Perhaps it's a trap. We should leave immediately," Manas warned, her tone grave.
Aengus raised an eyebrow but continued his devouring without pause.
"Who could possibly sense my presence? Is it Lucifer, or perhaps the Demon God himself?" he wondered aloud, his tone tinged with curiosity.
"That I cannot say, Master. But I implore you to leave. Whatever this is, it could pose a significant challenge," Manas said desperately.