As it reached the soldiers, an unexpected phenomenon occurred. The ball began to suck them in as if it were a black hole, drawing them toward its dark core.

Panic erupted among the ranks as they struggled against the force of the blackhole, their armor clanking and voices raised in alarm.

But the effect was only temporary.

As quickly as it had begun, the gravitational pull released its hold, leaving some soldiers disoriented and scattered, while others managed to escape its grasp.

"Let me help you. If you untie me, I could help you get rid of the others."

"I don’t trust demons. Ever since you came here, the place I loved has turned into a nightmare."

"First, stop calling me a demon. My name is Ris Bladilo, the human sheep and former protection service to F.R.C. [Folk Research Center]. I may not be apart from your village, but at least let me help."

"No," Sushila said cold-bloodedly, pulling out her sword as she prepared herself for a head-on assault.

"Well, I made an effort," Ris said as he wrestled with the blanket and free himself. He drew his revolver and pressed the blue and green button. "I told you to allow me to help. Computer, eliminate the soldiers."

"Whatever," Computer growled.

Sushila was surprised to see the man escaped, but it was too late. He fired a green laser beam at the soldiers. The green laser beam that rushed through the air with a menacing hum. The beam darted forward, seeking its targets with an uncanny precision.

The soldiers, who had been closing in were caught off guard. One by one, the green beam struck them, moving fluidly from body to body like a predator honing in on its prey. Each soldier was hit with a jolt of energy that paralyzed them instantly, their muscles seizing as they fell to the ground in a heap, unable to move or cry out.

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Sushila watched in horror as the scene unfolded before her. The once well-organized group of soldiers was now just a bunch of incapacitated figures. (That's pretty op; he took out an entire army so quickly. He really is a demon after all.) She concluded as she landed the dragon on the doorway to entrance to the castle and pushed Ris inside with her sword against Ris's back.

Sushila watched in horror as the scene unfolded before her. The once well-organized group of soldiers had now become a collection of incapacitated figures. (That's pretty op; he took out an entire army so quickly. He really is a demon after all), she concluded as she landed the dragon at the entrance to the castle and pushed Ris inside with her sword pressed against his back.

"Try anything funny and your head will be severed."

"I have no intention of doing so."

As Sushila and Ris entered the castle, the flickering torches illuminated the shadowy hallways, revealing their first challenge: a group of heavily armored soldiers.

With a quick moment, Sushila drew her sword, its gleaming blade shimmering in the dim light. The soldiers charged at her, but she was prepared for battle. With each swing of her sword, she moved like a fierce storm, swiftly taking down each enemy in her path.

The halls echoed with the sound of clashing metal as she defeated each soldier, their heavy armor thudding to the ground in defeat.

Once they entered the throne room, there was nothing in there, only a king's chair and someone sitting in it. Sushila pushed Ris to the ground and aimed her sword towards the king.

"Who the hell do you think you are, sending your demonic spy to curse my village? I will kill you!"

The king, standing at 6'5" tall, rose from his throne. His pale skin contrasted sharply with the gray spots in his hair, and his striking yellow eyes conveyed a bland curiosity as he asked, "Are you implying that you wish to commit treason?"

He then let out a hearty laugh, filling the chamber with his mirth.

"Your audacity is commendable, yet I must clarify a misconception. While it is true that I am the creator of the curse, the creature you speak of is not my servant. Its origins and intentions has nothing to do with me. Why would I unleash such a pathetic abomination when I possess the power to command one of your own villagers to do my bidding? "

The man in the blue shirt emerged from his hiding place from the corner of the room.