Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 488

Chapter 488: Ominous Voice

Destro and Signa moved at the head of the retreating column. Their formation held steady, shields forming the outer shell while the casters and archers kept tight in the middle. Front and rear watchers checked every corner with weapons angled low for quick reaction.

There were no wasted words, only short instructions and hand signs, just as they had practiced so many times.

Their steps echoed in careful rhythm as they retreated through the corridor they had bled to secure.

A few dozen seconds later, the familiar silhouette of the dungeon’s entry point came into view. A swirling doorway of distorted space, marking the link back to Planet Earth.

The sight pulled something loose inside Signa. She hadn’t realized how rigid her spine had felt until it softened.

She let out a long breath.

"It’s over..."

She took one more step...

Then the world vibrated.

A voice rolled through the cavern. It was deep, masculine, and thoroughly ominous.

It came from everywhere and nowhere at once. It filled the stone, seeped into their bones, and left no direction to pinpoint.

"After marching into my home, after cutting down my creations, after trying to lay hands on my women. You expect to walk back through that gate and return with reinforcements."

The air thickened. The voice sharpened even further; its extreme amounts of hateful hostility were clear for all to feel.

"You believe you can regroup. Train. Prepare. Try again."

A pause came.

Then the tone turned more authoritative than Signa had heard even presidents speak.

"I will not permit it."

The final words, despite being spoken without shouting, felt incredibly threatening to all who heard them.

"You committed the gravest sin, yet you think I will allow your escape?! You vermin will be butchered right where you stand!"

The portal’s soft distortion convulsed.

Its calm surface twisted into a violent red churn, like a warning pulse under the skin of the world.

"No!" Signa lunged forward with her hand outstretched. She slammed directly into the doorway.

Not through it.

Into it.

It had turned solid.

A locked door pretending to be a gate.

She stumbled back, eyes wide.

Around her, confusion spread like a slow sickness.

Men and women touched the barrier, then pushed, then struck it with shields.

Nothing.

Then the voice returned, more hateful than ever before. The cavern vibrated with it, as if the stone itself recoiled. Every syllable carried the weight of a sentence passed by the judge of hell himself.

He no longer sounded like a distant overseer.

His fury cracked through the dungeon as he roared, "March, my minions, march! Feast on the flesh of those who dared believe your master and his family could be touched without consequence!"

The roar rolled over them and left the air hot with tension.

Then, just as suddenly, the raging edge vanished.

His tone dropped to something colder.

Sharper.

Spoken with deliberate calm that drew every heartbeat in the hallway to a crawl.

"And you, wretched scum..."

A short pause followed, long enough to make several soldiers swallow hard.

"Make your final stand."

Some of the soldiers buckled the moment the last word faded.

A man near the front dropped to one knee, with his hands shaking so hard his shield rattled.

A woman behind him pressed her back to the wall as if hoping it would swallow her.

Another stumbled toward the gate and clawed at its surface, trying to shove his arm through the solid barrier.

This place had been strange since the moment they entered.

But this...

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