"How can it not be the same? Just listen to me! You won't go wrong," the Demon King insisted, a note of desperation creeping into his voice. "I truly wish to meet her, but I'm afraid she won't even come!" The Demon Queen merely offered a light smile, clearly not taking his anxieties to heart.
Feng Jiu listened to their exchange for a moment longer, a plan forming in her mind. She quietly retreated into the deeper shadows, retrieved a talisman from her spatial storage, and with a subtle flick of her wrist, sent it flying. A moment later, her voice echoed from the direction she had just vacated, amplified and chilling: "Hand over my people!"
