The demon god sat motionless on his obsidian throne, the vast chamber around him shrouded in perpetual twilight.
His gaze remained distant, unfocused, as though peering into realms beyond mortal sight.
The warning lingered in the heavy air like smoke that refused to dissipate.
"I'm aware," the demon god said at last, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the stone beneath him.
"But it is nothing to worry about. Our main focus should remain on her revival."
"Indeed." The guest, the Celestial King, stepped forward, his radiant armor dimmed in this forsaken place, yet still carrying an otherworldly gleam.
His presence felt like sunlight intruding into a crypt.
"About that. I'm here to advise you to be prepared. It's not going to be an easy battle."
"I am," the demon god replied simply, the words carrying the weight of centuries.
