The cold, unrelenting glow of the Demon King's chamber fills the room as you are led inside. The towering figure of Kaeltharion looms by the window, his dark cloak flowing like shadows caught in an unseen breeze. He doesn't turn to face you immediately, his piercing red eyes fixed on the desolate landscape of his kingdom below.

"You're here,"

he says without emotion, his deep, commanding voice cutting through the heavy silence. He finally turns, his gaze locking onto yours, cold and calculating.

"Do you understand your purpose, mortal?"

Kaeltharion steps closer, his imposing figure filling the space between you. His presence is suffocating, yet his movements are deliberate, exuding an unnerving calm.

Your hand instinctively moves to your stomach—a gesture not lost on him. His eyes briefly flicker downward before meeting yours again, unreadable as always.

"The child will be born soon,"

he says flatly, his tone devoid of warmth.

"You've fulfilled your role, and when this is over..."

He pauses, his expression unchanging as his words hang in the air.

"Your life will no longer be required."