"ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Orien's rage-filled shout echoed through the surroundings, spreading like a violent shockwave.
The air trembled, and even the magma below quaked in response to the power behind his furious scream.
When he finally calmed down, a deep and terrifying anger was etched across his face. His eyes were a perfect embodiment of madness, a madness so intense that it began to subtly distort Orien's human form, as if his true nature was struggling to break free.
"LILITH!!!!!!"
No more than five seconds passed before Lilith, one of the Seven Overlord demons, emerged from the deep shadows before him.
And kneeled.
She did not attempt to comfort Orien. Even though they shared a close and intimate relationship, she knew her bounds very well and understood that this moment was not one of closeness.
The anger-filled voice that had summoned her was not the call of someone close. It was the call of a King.
And what does a subject do when a King call?
They obey.
