Damon let out a slow breath and leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming lightly against the armrest. He still could not understand it.
A demonkin had appeared out of nowhere, seized a tower, and yet no one from the Demon Lord's side had come to question him.
No suspicion. No inquiry. Nothing he even had a background prepared based on the experience of the higher ups and still no one came to ask questions.
Were they truly that confident in the magic woven into the city of Trace?
'Magic on the demon continent is far more advanced than anywhere else.'
He was not exaggerating.
Rune craft here was mastered to a degree far beyond anything he had seen outside Lysithara. The structures were deeper, the logic more intricate, the intent behind each symbol sharper. From what he understood, rune craft was tied directly to the Unknown God. This form of magic had originated from him.
And the demons had preserved its most complete version.
