Hila, the Demon King, felt a tremor of annoyance pulse through him as another guttural roar echoed from the observation chamber. Leaving the grotesque spectacle of Olivia's transformation for a moment, he strode towards the exit.
"Where are you off to?" Mercy called after him, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.
Hila didn't stop. "To the castle. My stomach growls louder than your precious experiment right now."
"Very well," Mercy replied, a sly smile playing on her lips. "I'll take care of this… ex-human."
Hila cast a final glance at the pulsating cocoon, a flicker of unease crossing his features. Olivia's screams were unsettling, a reminder of the volatile power she wielded. But pushing those concerns aside, he focused on his rumbling stomach.
***
Striding through the darkened corridors of his castle, Hila was met by a flurry of activity. A young imp, his former undersecretary Galene, approached him with a hurried gait, her expression etched with worry.
