THIRD PERSON'S POV
The public was glued to their screens, anxiously watching the live feed of what was happening both inside and outside the Underground. Drones had captured every detail, and now, the world watched as the soldiers of the neighboring country advanced toward the Underground's gate.
"Open the gate now," the President commanded, his voice steady but betraying a hint of tension. The sound of metal clattering followed, and the massive gate began to creak open. The President leaned closer to the microphone, barely whispering to himself, "The offerings are here."
Without waiting for the gates to fully open, the President turned and made his way toward the control room. Inside, Vladimir, Saphora, Ethan, Kurt, and the eleven Elders were already gathered, each observing the scene unfolding on the various screens.
Suddenly, a loud, screeching sound echoed across the battlefield.
"Ugh, my ears!" Demon’s voice rang out, breaking the tense atmosphere. Everyone in the control room froze, eyes widening as her unmistakable shadow loomed on one of the monitors. She was already standing at the gate, waiting.
"I think the gate needs to be oiled," Demon announced, casually standing on a rock like it was her stage. "It’s rusty, and it hurts my ears."
The sight of her, completely unfazed by the advancing army, made a few of the Elders shift nervously. She hopped down from the rock, dramatically brushing off her cloak like she was dusting off an old jacket. With a smirk, she waved toward the incoming soldiers.
"Welcome to my palace, everyone. Come in, come in, don’t be shy!"
"Attack her!" the Commander shouted, his voice filled with urgency. Without hesitation, the soldiers charged, swarming toward Demon like a wave of armored bodies.
"Heeeee~" Demon whined playfully, standing completely still, her hands behind her back as if she were some innocent child waiting for a game to begin. "Now!"
**BOOOOOM! BOOOOOM! BOOOOOM!**
Three deafening explosions rocked the ground, sending shockwaves through the air and instantly vaporizing hundreds of soldiers. They hadn’t seen the bombs that had been discreetly planted around the entrance. The ones who survived were left in stunned silence, staring at the carnage around them.
Demon sighed dramatically, placing a hand on her hip and shaking her head in mock disappointment. "Really? This is it? These are supposed to be your Elite soldiers? Boooo! My men are better at this." She pouted, as if truly heartbroken by their performance.
As she turned to continue her taunting, a soldier rushed toward her from the left, his blade aimed directly at her arm. He was fast, but she was faster.
"Too slow!" Demon teased, easily sidestepping his attack. She grabbed his arm mid-strike and twisted it with little effort. The sickening sound of bone snapping filled the air, and the man screamed in agony, dropping his weapon.
"Oopsie! Guess I went a little too far, huh?" she said with an exaggerated shrug, watching him collapse to the ground. "Don’t worry, it’ll heal—eventually." She winked, leaving the soldier writhing in pain.
In the control room, Vladimir and the others watched, their faces expressionless, though there was a tension in the air.
"She's playing with them," Ethan murmured, not sure whether to be impressed or horrified.
Saphora crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. "It’s all part of her plan. She’s drawing them in."
Vladimir remained silent, his gaze fixed on the screen. The President glanced at him, swallowing hard. The game Demon was playing was dangerous, but in her mind, it was all under control.
