"So, Master," King Zul said, his voice low but laced with unease, "what do you plan to do?"
Nolan leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable. "Well… I won't act just yet. This isn't the right time to move. I'll wait—for now."
King Zul frowned, his brows knitting together. "Son… I never expected something like this. That someone—someone could actually penetrate Shabba Beryl and a high-ranking demon…" His voice trailed off, heavy with disbelief.
Nolan's gaze was steady. "Anything is possible. Even if I wanted to intervene, I could—but timing is everything. Rushing now would be foolish."
Master Damian's claws flexed ever so slightly, though his form remained human, his presence emanating power that even King Zul could feel. "And yet…" Nolan's eyes flicked toward the sky, dark and alert, "we must remain vigilant. The threat hasn't gone away."
