"Is that true? Did Hag really abandon us?"
Luke's voice was sharped as he stared at me, his eyes sharp as daggers. I shied away, my fingers clawing into my skirt, feeling the eyes of the entire council gather on me. Bethiv, Incindurus, and other officers of the Fatesworn watched me, wearing frowns and scowls. Luke alone represented the horde, though only because he was the only demon lord or apostle to remain with us.
"I, um…yes. Her horde abandoned their target and left the fortress untouched. She and Jessia–"
"Jessia was there too?" Luke groaned, pressing a hand to his horn. "Of course she was."
"It reminded me of a place I saw in a vision once, where some clergy mentioned a strange demon force mustering on the southern continent. I didn't really know what to make of it. That was when the World Barrier still stood," I explained.
"I can't see it being anyone other than Rash'Alon," Fyren said, folding his arms.
"Yes, that makes sense. Do you have any idea where?" Luke asked.
