The days following Lilith's coronation were far from peaceful.
While workers rebuilt roads and merchants reopened their stores, another battle was unfolding deep within the royal palace—a battle not fought with swords or magic, but with words, ambition, and fear.
Every three days, representatives from every corner of the Devil Kingdom gathered inside the Hall of Black Flames, the ancient chamber where kings had once decided the fate of nations.
This time, however, there was no agreement.
Only uncertainty.
Lilith sat upon the throne at the center of the hall, silently listening as dozens of voices argued below her.
On one side stood the merchant nobles, draped in expensive robes embroidered with gold and silver. They saw opportunities where others saw danger.
On the other side stood the military faction, armored commanders and generals who had spent their entire lives fighting humans.
