The demon’s voice dipped low, almost like a final whisper. "What do you know best?"
Leonard was about to take another cautious step back when he suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. He turned, only to see Wizard Merlin walking into the room with his usual deliberate stride. But it wasn’t just the wizard who entered. Trailing behind Merlin was a towering six-armed snake demon, its scales glistening in the dim light. Perched on the demon’s broad shoulders was a man, wearing a wizard’s robe, exuding an aura of authority.
As they entered, Merlin’s eyes immediately flicked to the demon sacrificial array, still humming with residual energy. The dark aura in the room seemed to shift at his presence.
“Ah, my dear friend,” the demon’s voice echoed from the array, a rich laugh following closely behind. “Is this assistant of yours going to be useful? Lorene here is the six-armed demon I trust most. Her strength won’t disappoint.”