I will return

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Before leaving **Titan's** house, I made sure to absorb all the souls I had captured into the Daemon Ritus, without placing it in my chest. It wasn't the time to unleash his full power on me yet. Instead, I needed to transport them. I got a large truck, and **Titan** along with the other fighters who were now under my control were in charge of driving it. They weren't going to ask me why we were doing all this, they had no choice. They simply obeyed.

The trip was silent. The Daemon Ritus vibrated slightly in my little paw, as if it knew what was about to happen. A familiar and tempting sensation. When we arrived at the abandoned warehouse, I looked at the place carefully. Large, dark, and completely sealed. All windows and doors locked, just as he had ordered. In addition, they had placed **runes** around the perimeter. Magical runes that would ensure that souls could not escape, under any circumstances. This was vital.

My fighters moved several heavy objects, clearing the center of the warehouse, while I made sure the Daemon Ritus was securely secured in my backpack. Finally, after a few minutes, we installed a small plastic pool, the kind that children use in the summer. Ridiculous, yes, but functional. It would be large enough to hold souls. Everything had to be well calculated.

With the place completely sealed, I approached the center of the room. We set up a **tripod** and a camera with a ring light right in front of the pool. Everything was ready. I wasn't going to waste a second of what was about to happen. I wouldn't let any detail escape me, because if this experiment worked, there would be nothing that could stop me.

I looked at the camera and, after adjusting the lens and light, pressed the record button. I stood in front of her, with the Daemon Ritus in my paw and a malicious smile on my face.

"Try Daemon Ritus 1," I said, my voice echoing in the empty warehouse.

The moment had arrived. There was no turning back.