Six Hours
In the dimly lit room, A demon, adorned in a menacing black cloak and a sinister mask, presided over the assembly of eager demons. The large throne upon which he sat seemed to amplify the air of malevolence that surrounded him. His piercing gaze fixated on the 100 demons, each bearing a [D-] rank, gathered before him.
"You have one job, and that is to kill everyone in Silva City," he declared with a commanding tone. The response from the demons was a chorus of assurances, pledges of loyalty shrouded in the excitement of impending chaos.
"Don't worry, my lord, we will not disappoint you!"
"Yeah, just leave everything to us, my lord."
"There will be a blood bath in the human realm."
The shouts of enthusiasm reverberated within the dark confines of the room, echoing the sinister intentions that fueled the demonic assembly.