Worthy? If They Were God Favorite III
"He and Alex want to go back to their world... That's interesting," Hila mused, twirling a forkful of spaghetti. "A boring world, huh... Never thought about that before. I'm intrigued..."
The thought of a world without magic, without demons, without the constant struggle for power, was both alien and alluring to Hila. He had always known this world, this life, as the only reality. But Adika's words had planted a seed of curiosity in his mind, a longing for something different, something beyond the confines of his demonic existence.
He finished his meal, pushing the plate away with a sigh. The silence of the castle, once comforting, now felt oppressive. He longed for the noise and chaos of the battlefield, for the thrill of the fight, for the feeling of power coursing through his veins.
But he knew he had to be patient. The final battle was yet to come, and he needed to be at his peak when he faced Alex. He rose from his chair, his resolve renewed.