A half beaten, fatally injured Morbius walked once again through the dark halls of the Helmand palace. A place known only as the residence of the infamous Demon King.
He limped through, each step sending a jolt of pained neurons to his brain, but a triumphant smile was plastered on his face.
'Even if I wasn't able to stop them from saving the tree, as long as I have this—this is the key to everything.' The demon general mused as he already fantasized about the praise and recognition he would receive for his diligent service to the King.
The left and right guards didn't hesitate even a second before they swung the doors open for Morbius to pass.
He wore an expression of surprise on his face, it was as though the Demon King was expecting him, he already couldn't wait to receive whatever reward was prepared for him.
He walked into the chambers radiating with confidence, his head held high as he congratulated himself inwardly for his efforts.
