"Please, this way… this way, my lord."
The young demon's voice trembled faintly as he gestured for Sakaar to follow. His posture was low, spine slightly bent, and his steps were short and cautious — every motion radiating submission and reverence. Even his tail curled downward, a silent expression of fear and loyalty.
This humble procession lasted for several long minutes. The sound of their echoing footsteps accompanied them through the narrow tunnels until they reached a sealed chamber. In front of its small, rounded door stood another demon — one whose presence made Sakaar's expression change slightly. He recognized him instantly.
"Why are you standing here alone?" Sakaar's voice, calm yet heavy, cut through the stillness of the corridor.
The demon before him was none other than the same one Sakaar had once ordered to protect the woman and the cub before departing.
"My king… you have returned?" the demon said, falling to one knee so swiftly that dust scattered beneath him.
