The reinforced door closed behind them with a heavy click.
The room beyond it was smaller than Simon expected. A long black table occupied most of the space, surrounded by six high-backed chairs. A recording crystal rested on a metal stand at the centre, while pale red formation lines crawled across the walls and ceiling like thin veins.
Only one demon was waiting for them.
The guard commander sat at the far end of the table with both hands resting before him. He had dark brown skin, a broad face, and several short bone ridges running from his forehead to the back of his shaved head. Velmora's guard insignia was engraved across the chest of his dark armour.
And the demonic pressure hidden beneath his armour belonged to that of a Superior Greater Demon.
His expression did not change when Sonya entered, but the muscles around his jaw tightened slightly, almost like he was restraining himself.
His gaze moved over her slowly before settling on Simon.
"Why is he here?"
