Standing in the center was a man in dirty, faded golden armor, his breathing heavy as he addressed the room. "The rumors were true," he said, his voice carrying a grim weight.
Instantly, the audience erupted again. "The Demon Lord!" someone screamed from the back. "I knew it! The reports were true!"
The crowd fell into absolute chaos, a hundred voices whispering and shouting over one another so loudly that the stone walls seemed to vibrate. The panic was infectious, spreading like wildfire through the packed hall.
"Can you all just shut the f*ck up and listen to what Captain Erwin has to say?!" a sharp, piercing voice cut through the noise. A girl wearing a wide, tattered witch's hat stepped forward, slamming her staff against the floorboards. "Let him finish, assholes!"
The room instantly quieted down to a tense, uneasy murmur.
