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Akun's eyes bore into Camilla, demanding answers that seemed to cling to the very air. The tension in the room was palpable as the enigmatic figure leaned in closer, his voice a chilling whisper. "Tell me," he urged, "what is the Demon King's grand design?"

"Oh, come on, handsome," she taunted, her words dripping with sarcasm, "what kind of general would I be if I just went around revealing the grand plans of my liege?" Her lips curled into a sardonic grin, defying even the agony that coursed through her. It was a brazen act of insolence in the face of relentless questioning.

In a sudden and brutal motion, Akun's fist surged forward like a thunderbolt, striking Camilla squarely in her abdomen. The impact was merciless, driving the air from her lungs in an agonizing gasp. Blood spewed from her lips as pain radiated through her body, leaving her writhing in torment.

The force of the blow was nothing short of devastating, a grim testament to Akun's determination to extract the truth.

Akun's grip on Camilla's hair was like an iron vice, forcing her to meet his unrelenting gaze. His eyes bore into hers with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine. The aura of power he exuded was suffocating, and his words carried a dangerous weight.

"As much as I'd relish the thought of enslaving you right here and now, reducing you to nothing more than a puppet dancing to my every whim," he hissed, his voice dripping with menace, "I've chosen a different path. Fear and pain, they are my tools. I'll go to any length, even if it means killing you and resurrecting you, to ensure you understand the price of going against me."

Camilla's mind raced, her thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind amid the pain and fear. She couldn't help but question the audacity of the man before her. Who did he think he was, speaking about death and resurrection so casually, as if discussing the weather? Her eyes darted around, desperately searching for any signs that this might be an elaborate bluff.

"He's bluffing," she thought, her determination flickering in the face of his unsettling calmness. "Not even my liege would talk about such a ludicrous idea so casually." She clung to this belief, a fragile lifeline in her current ordeal, refusing to let the fear consume her completely.

"Now, I'll ask you once more," Akun continued, his voice a chilling whisper, "What are the Demon King's motives?"

Camilla, though battered and bloodied remained defiant. She clenched her teeth, her jaw a fortress against the relentless assault of questions. "I won't... tell you anything," she spat, defiance in her eyes.

Akun's patience wore thin, a dangerous glint in his gaze. Each refusal only fueled his determination. He raised his hand, and with swift precision, inflicted upon Camilla a searing jolt of agony. She gasped, writhing in pain, but her resolve remained unshaken.

Again, Akun posed the question, his voice an unforgiving blade slicing through the air. "What is the Demon King's motive?"

Camilla clenched her fists, her breath ragged. She forced herself to remain silent, even as her vision blurred from the torment. Onlookers watched, a mixture of horror and pity etched on their faces. They knew what was to come if she persisted in her defiance.

Akun's anger erupted like a tempest. With a brutal and unrestrained fury, he began to deliver heavy punches upon Camilla. Each strike felt like a bone-crushing thunderbolt, a symphony of brutality that painted a gruesome tableau.

As Evan observed Akun's relentless torment of Camilla, a chill coursed through him, and he couldn't help but label the man as a sadistic psycho. The pain etched across Camilla's face, her cries of agony, all seemed surreal in their brutality.

His gaze darted around, searching for any signs of intervention. He couldn't fathom why no one was stepping in to stop this madness. Evan's eyes fell upon Kalardix and his formidable party members, their expressions seemingly unmoved by the cruel spectacle unfolding before them.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Why is no one stopping him?" Evan's thoughts screamed, a plea for someone, anyone, to put an end to the brutality. His heart pounded with a mixture of fear and confusion. It was a stark reminder that in this world of power and intrigue, not everything was as it seemed.

Camilla's resistance waned as the onslaught continued. She cried out, her voice a haunting melody of suffering. In a state of sheer terror, she finally relented. Bloodied and broken, she whispered the sinister truth.

"The Demon King's plan," she stammered, her voice barely audible amidst the agony, "is to corrupt the heroes. He offers them power and promises them a share of the world once he conquers it. But... it's a trick. Once they're ensnared by dark magic, he'll devour them. He seeks the fragments of authority that summoned them here, to wield a formidable level of power.

He... he aims to challenge even the gods, should they go aganist his plans for world conquest."

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Akun's smile, like a wicked crescent moon, graced his face as he spoke, his voice dripping with an eerie charm. "You see, that wasn't so hard," he purred, his words laced with a sense of twisted satisfaction. "You've endured that hell for nothing."

With a fluid motion, Akun rose to his full height from his earlier squatting position. His towering presence seemed to loom over Camilla, casting a shadow of menace.

"Now," he continued, his tone taking on a chilling edge, "I want you to serve as our eyes and ears within the Demon King's castle."

Camilla's defiance flared, her response swift and unwavering. "Over my dead body."

But Akun, far from being deterred, cut her off abruptly. His words, sharp as a blade, cleaved through the air. "Be careful what you ask for," he warned, his voice a venomous hiss. "Or I might just fulfill that death wish of yours."

A shiver of dread swept through everyone present, even reaching the stalwart figures of Kalardix and Mellin. The gravity of Akun's words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the power and ruthlessness that surrounded them.