Lancet stepped forward, gazing into the distance, feeling the aura of something not only demonic but unchained and unhinged, almost maniacal.
Astensia's bright blue eyes were darker now, tainted with anger and disgust. More than others, she could already see the kind of calamities that were coming their way.
Kestrel, Thor and Espel were astounded all the same. Coming to the realization that this supposed truce had been a lie all along was unexpected although not surprising, but for the Demon Lords to do this, then that meant they truly had a greatly important plan for this place.
Why else would they send the dreaded…
