The words echoed in Sylas' ears over and over again, as though the steam in the room had caught them and refused to let them go. The first time. Everything he had learned about the Demon World suggested that it had been an enemy of the Real World from the very beginning, that the two were so fundamentally opposed there had never been any choice but war.
But Xarvenya spoke as though that wasn't the case at all. Or rather, it had only become true after the Madness System lost its mind. And there was something hidden beneath her words that mattered far more than who had fought whom, something that made Sylas' blood slowly heat.
