The Weight Upon His Shoulders
The Templar’s Hall was made of rooms as Nethaniel had said and it was built to defend itself from Demons. He was a demon and not an ordinary one, he was a Demon Lord now in the form of a beast, a monster. He pressed forward cautiously with utmost care with every step mattered and eyes training for traps or enemies that would end his life.
The hall was silent. Only cries from the other rooms had loomed so softly that it was almost inaudible. His mind raised of thoughts weighing everything that he had sacrificed for this objective. A few meters from where he stood was the goal almost at hand. But he doubted not only a second but the moment he took those steps up the stairs of the Templar’s Hall.