Inside the grand hall of Blackshade Demon Palace, Lunaria, her silver eyes rimmed with impatience, paced before a throne of obsidian bone.
She had dispatched countless search parties to hunt Jared and Flaxseed, yet every team returned empty-handed, their silence gnawing at her composure.
"Useless, every last one of you!"
The word cracked like a whip. Lunaria's palm slammed onto the stone table, delicate porcelain shattered, tea spraying across the marble floor.
"So many soldiers, and none of you can find two men! Tell me, why should i keep feeding you?!"
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