The Genesis Of A Necromancer

Chapter 141 Taking control

Alisha and Missy followed the demons down a long, dimly lit corridor, their footsteps muffled by the plush black carpet beneath them. The walls were adorned with grotesque tapestries depicting scenes of battles and conquests, the colors vivid yet dark, as if the fabric itself drank the light.

The demons leading them walked with rigid precision, their armor clanking softly with every step. Despite their intimidating presence, Alisha's sharp glare didn't falter. She kept a firm grip on Missy's hand, her every muscle tense.

"Where are you taking us?" Alisha demanded, her voice cold and unwavering.

One of the demons glanced back, his crimson eyes glinting with annoyance. "You'll know soon enough. Keep moving."

Missy, her face pale and her heart racing, whispered, "Alisha, what do you think they'll do to us?"

"Nothing," Alisha replied firmly, though she wasn't entirely sure herself. "They wouldn't dare harm us—not as long as Jack has plans for us. Just stay close to me."

After what felt like an eternity, they arrived at a heavy wooden door reinforced with iron. One of the demons pushed it open, revealing a surprisingly well-furnished room. The interior was far more welcoming than they had expected, with soft bedding, a crackling fireplace, and a table laden with food and drink.

"You'll stay here," the demon growled. "Refresh yourselves. Do not wander. When the Master calls, you will be summoned."

Without waiting for a response, the demons turned and left, the door shutting behind them with a resounding thud.

Alisha immediately began scanning the room, her sharp eyes

Jack's eyes gleamed with determination. "We're going to take control of the planes. But first, we need to get stronger—and that starts now."