Greg arrived in the demon realm, materializing amid the swirling chaos of crimson skies and jagged, obsidian landscapes that stretched endlessly into the horizon.
"What took you so long?" Aaron was the first to speak up, his voice laced with a mix of impatience and curiosity.
"Apparently, we can't even begin the battle without your consent, everything's on hold until you give the go-ahead."
"Had some pests to deal with," Greg informed him coolly, his golden eyes scanning the assembled group under the realm's oppressive, blood-red glow. "Let's begin now."
[Begin the conquest?]
The system prompt flickered into existence before Greg, its ethereal text hovering insistently in his field of vision like a spectral demand.
"Are you sure you want to start now?" Brian asked, his brow furrowing with genuine concern as he studied Greg's weary posture. "You look depleted, like someone who needs a lot of rest to recover properly."
