The Dwarven Kingdom was chaos.
Smoke curled from shattered roofs.
Sparks flew from broken machinery.
Lira stepped over a fallen gate.
"…Hmm. Big rocks," she said, looking around casually.
Kael followed, scanning for danger.
Prince Eldarin trailed behind, sword drawn but looking slightly pale.
"Careful," Kael muttered.
"…Something feels off."
From the shadowed mountains above the city, a slow movement caught their eyes.
A figure descended.
Clad in dark, flowing robes, her hair hanging like wet ink around her shoulders.
Eyes half-lidded.
Expression… completely bored.
"…Oh. Visitor," she said.
Voice soft, almost lazy.
"…You're loud."
The group froze.
Even Eldarin faltered.
Kael stepped forward.
"…Identify yourself."
The figure yawned.
Stretched her arms lazily.
"…I am Yuki. General of Sloth. The Demon King's… excuse… for leadership."
Lira blinked.
"…Hi."
She waved casually.
"…Good hair."
Yuki's eyes flicked toward her.
A tiny spark of interest—or maybe it was annoyance.
"…Hmm," she said.
"…You look… energetic."
Kael scowled.
"…She's the Sloth General," he whispered.
"…Don't underestimate her."
Prince Eldarin straightened, puffing his chest.
"…Fear not! I shall show my worth again!"
He raised his sword dramatically.
Yuki yawned, clearly unimpressed.
"…Oh. You move too much."
With a slow wave of her hand, a gust of wind erupted.
Not fast. Not sharp.
But heavy.
The trees bent.
The ground sank.
And before anyone could react, Prince Eldarin was knocked off his feet, sliding several meters.
Kael's jaw dropped.
"…She's… slow, but… deadly?"
Lira tilted her head, stretching her arms.
"…Good. Fun fight."
Yuki smirked faintly.
"…Finally. Someone who can keep me awake."
And so, in the shadow of the dwarven mountains, the third Demon General revealed herself.
Slothful. Lethal. And surprisingly attentive to the girl with the ramen obsession.
To Be Continued…