Chapter thirty five
Meanwhile, far from the castle, in the boundary between the human and demon realm, Lyria stood at the mouth of a cave.
The death cave.
The entrance was carved into the side of a mountain, surrounded by twisted trees whose branches reached toward the opening like desperate claws.
Dark energy poured from the cave in waves, shattering the air with supernatural heat.
The very stones that formed the castle seemed to weep with blood, and the ground beneath her feet felt warm, as if something massive slumbered below.
This was a place where no weak human could survive, and even low-ranking demons could die from the intense oppressive aura.
Her demon attendants were already backing away, their faces pale with fear.
"My lady," one of them whispered, "surely you cannot mean to enter alone? The power from within…It could even destroy us,"
Lyria's perfect features were set in grim determination. "Wait here. I need answers that only she can provide."
"But my lady…"
