"Demon God?" Ethan repeated, his eyes narrowing.
Xylo nodded. "Yes."
Percival let out a low whistle. "Damn, demons be having gods too?"
Xylo turned toward Ishtar. "You're a Dessendre. Do you not know the old tongue? Anything about the markings on your arm?"
Ishtar remained quiet, staring down at the floor.
Ethan noticed her silence and turned his attention to her. "Ishtar, you're kind of the point of why we're here. So now's not the time to be quiet if you know something."
Ishtar lifted her gaze toward Ethan with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, Lord Ethan, but I never got around to learning the old tongue."
She readjusted her arm slightly, showing the green markings on her skin. "And when this suddenly appeared on my arm, the only thing I was told about it was that I carried some great legacy. Shortly after, war came upon my house."
A sad demeanor appeared over her face as she spoke. Ethan noticed it immediately and decided not to push further.
