As the prince and Sanny emerged from the depths of the secret lake, their moment of tranquility shattered by the sudden appearance of demon executives and the imposing figure of the king, the prince's heart sank. His own father, the king, stood before him, his expression a tumult of anger and disappointment.

The king's voice thundered across the demon realm, his words cutting through the air with icy ferocity. "How dare you!" he bellowed, his eyes flashing with fury. "No one dares to approach this sacred lake! Seize them!"

The prince felt a surge of fear and defiance rise within him. He had expected consequences for their actions, but he hadn't anticipated his father's wrath to be so swift and merciless.

Sanny stepped forward, her voice steady despite the danger that loomed around them. "Your Majesty, please," she implored, her tone urgent. "We meant no disrespect. We were merely curious—". She tried to make him believe that they were merly curious

But her words were drowned out by the growls and snarls of the surrounding demons, their hostility palpable as they closed in, their claws glinting in the dim light.

Instinctively, the prince stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of Sanny. "Father, wait!" he pleaded, his voice thick with desperation. "We come in peace! We seek only understanding." , his expression a mask of cold fury. "Understanding?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You have brought shame upon our lineage with your foolishness."

The king's gaze bore into his son's With a swift gesture, the king signaled for his minions to attack, and the air crackled with tension as the demons surged forward, their intentions clear.

But before the first blow could land, a voice pierced through the chaos—a voice that carried the weight of authority and command.

It was the voice of the demon elder, a figure revered for his wisdom and feared for his power.

"Cease!" he commanded, his voice resonating with undeniable authority.

The demons froze, their aggression faltering in the face of his command.

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The elder approached, his gaze sweeping over the prince and Sanny with a mixture of curiosity and reproach. "Explain yourselves," he demanded, his tone firm.

The prince stepped forward, meeting the elder's gaze with unwavering resolve. "We sought knowledge," he explained, his voice steady despite the tension that hung in the air. "We sought to understand the world beyond our own."

The elder regarded him for a long moment, his expression inscrutable. Then, with a nod, he turned to address the gathered demons. "Stand down," he ordered, his voice brooking no argument. "These two shall be given a chance to prove themselves."

As the tension in the air began to subside, the demon elder stepped forward, his gaze piercing as he addressed the prince and Sanny. "You wish to understand," he intoned, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of wisdom. "Then you shall have your chance. But know this: the path to knowledge is not easily traversed. It is a journey fraught with peril and challenges that will test your very soul."

The prince knew if someone knew what happened at the lake they'll would probably not be able too keep their heads.He had no choice but to follow the instruction of the elder.

With a solemn nod, the elder motioned for them to follow as he led the way deeper into the heart of the demon realm. They descended into the depths, passing through winding tunnels and shadowy corridors until they arrived at a chamber shrouded in darkness.

"This," the elder announced, his voice echoing off the chamber walls, "is the Sanctum of Trials. Here, you will face tests that will push you to your limits. Only those deemed worthy will emerge with the knowledge they seek."

As they stepped into the chamber, the darkness seemed to envelop them, suffusing the air with an oppressive weight. The prince could feel the weight of anticipation settling over him as he prepared himself for what lay ahead.

Suddenly, torches lining the walls burst into life, casting flickering shadows across the chamber. In the dim light, the prince could make out a series of pedestals, each adorned with a different artifact.

"These are the Sacred Trials," the elder explained, his voice reverberating through the chamber. "Choose wisely, for each trial will test a different aspect of your character."

The prince approached the nearest pedestal, his eyes drawn to the artifact resting upon it—a gleaming sword, its blade shimmering with an otherworldly light.

"This trial will test your courage," the elder intoned, his voice solemn. "Will you face your fears and emerge victorious?"

Without hesitation, the prince reached out and grasped the sword, feeling a surge of power coursing through him as he did so.

Beside him, Sanny selected a different artifact—a scroll adorned with arcane symbols. "And what of this?" she inquired, her voice steady despite the uncertainty that lingered in her eyes.

The elder smiled faintly. "That, my dear, will test your wisdom," he replied cryptically. "Are you prepared to unlock the secrets it holds?"

With a determined nod, Sanny accepted the scroll, her fingers tracing the ancient runes etched upon its surface.