After dispatching the critical news back to the Black Demon Sect, the young man wasted no time and disappeared into the shadows. His mission complete, he vanished like a wisp of smoke.
Deep within the Black Demon's Hall, the nerve center of clandestine operations, an elder briskly entered, urgency etched into his features.
"Impossible!" He rasped, voice tight with disbelief.
A slim woman, poised and elegant, sat nearby. Her slender white palms carefully adorned with newly painted blood-colored nails, she responded coolly, "What has you so rattled?"
"The news from Ashen is false!" The elder declared, falling to one knee in reverence.
The woman's eyes flickered with sudden sharpness, her curiosity piqued.
"He's not dead? Is this true?"
