Chapter 32 — Loyalists and Liars
The loyalist citadel was built into the side of a dormant volcano, its black stone walls reinforced with glowing abyssal runes. Inside, the air smelled of sulfur, forged steel, and old blood. Torches made from hellfire flickered along the corridors, casting long, dancing shadows.
Cairis walked through the main hall like a king returning from exile. His restored power radiated from him in visible waves, making lesser demons lower their heads instinctively. Liora walked beside him, her violet-tinged shadows curling around her like a living cloak. The bite marks on her neck were still visible — a dark, possessive claim that drew many wary and hungry glances.
The scarred warrior who had greeted them earlier — Captain Varak — led them to the war room, a large chamber dominated by a massive obsidian table carved with maps of the fractured courts.
Several loyalist commanders were already waiting. Their expressions ranged from relief to suspicion.
