A low hum of tension settled in the air.
The humanoid, black-carapaced ant—standing over two meters tall—clenched its fists tightly, its mandibles twitching in a slow rhythm. Its six crimson eyes flickered warily at the figure ahead.
The individual with a single horn on their head wore a dark robe, and a faint purple glow pulsed from the base of the horn, spreading across the veins on their face.
From a single glance, it was easy to tell that this was a lower demon—but even as a lower demon, it was a relatively high-ranking one.
The black-carapaced Ant King had spotted this demon sneaking away from the others to the back of the towering town walls. Unfortunately for it, the Ant King had noticed and quickly intercepted him.
"Demon, you're quite far from the Non-human Continent. What is a disgusting creature such as yourself doing in the human domain?" the black-carapaced ant asked, its voice raspy but deep, almost royal. There was no fear in his tone.
