The Demon General Whispers

In a dense forest just north of Alidia, a figure of demon walks beneath the rising sun, laughing with a horrific grin on his face. His bat wings covered his body from being exposed to the sun, albeit the canopy of trees around him already blocked the sunrays.

His voice screeches in a low tone, ridiculing over something.

“Khu... khu-khu-khu... That was very fun…! Eeeheeeheheee…

...Alidians are nothing more than a speck of sand in the desert. A simple blow of wind will tear them all apart. And they will have nowhere to go.

Leaderless! That’s what they are now!

Khe-khe-khe...

Their prince, who sought the throne, replacing his impulsive king will seal our success for the coming time.

But it sure is fun... and entertaining to watch.

Dragonians were bound to protect the Alidian King, yet they fought against his minions here in this forest.

How... ironic. Ha... hahaha...

The very person they seek to protect had been killed long before they even reach the kingdom.