Corrupted Heroes: Fake Promises And Plans For World Conquest
Within the foreboding walls of the Demon King's castle, Camilla strode with purpose through the infernal labyrinth of corridors and passages that led to the throne room. The torches lining the dark stone walls flickered ominously, casting eerie, shifting shadows that danced across her path. The air was heavy with an oppressive atmosphere, laden with the weight of countless dark deeds and sinister intentions that had transpired within these very walls.
Camilla's thoughts raced like a torrential storm, tumultuous and relentless. As she advanced through the ominous castle's corridors, her mind was consumed by the enigmatic figure she had encountered earlier. "That man," she mused inwardly, her thoughts a chaotic whirlwind, "that silver hair that seems to hold years of experience. Those piercing purple eyes that feel like they can see right through you. That air around him makes him feel like royalty... That aura."