The demon that heard this did not respond further, closing his eyes and resting quietly within the cage inside the mirror.
The nearby Shadow Robe glanced at Alka, wanting to remind him that this demon had cursed terribly back then, but now seemed to have accepted his inevitable fate of death and was too tired to curse anymore.
"I've made some progress recently in my power; pray that I can get what I desire from you.
Otherwise, I'll have to capture more of your kin."
"Heh, then I hope you capture more of them."
Hearing this, Alka shrugged helplessly: "Then you should be praying more for my success, for that way, more of your kin will suffer."
As Alka spoke, his eyes turned golden, and he reached out his hand toward the demon in the mirror to begin extracting.
New energy surged into the mirror.
The demon, originally resigned, suddenly widened his eyes in horror.
"What did you do to me? What are you taking from me?"
