"How have things been going so far?" Baek Junghwa asked Jaha as soon as he entered his private residence.
The private residence of the Demon Lord lay nestled at the highest point of the Heavenly Demon Capital, perched against the edge of a vast cliff that overlooked a silver-crusted river winding through the icy expanse below.
A great dome of translucent glass arched over the room, and beneath it, dark stone floors polished to a mirror sheen reflected the subtle glow of lanterns. Along the far end of the chamber, a single wall opened into a wide veranda, where soft silks acted as curtains, swaying gently with the breeze. Beyond the railings, a serene pond curved in a crescent shape around the outer balcony—its waters deep and still, save for the occasional ripple from the luminous fish that swam through it. Their scales shimmered with pearlescent hues—lavender, gold, pale jade—and left trails of stardust in their wake.
