The ground shook again, not a violent quake like before but strong enough to make the air buzz and dust fall from the old pillars. Demons paused mid-task, their wings twitching, claws tightening against blackstone floors as the tremor passed, quiet but unsettling, like the Abyss itself was holding its breath.
From above, another Stormclaw demon descended quickly, wings stretched wide and feathers rustling with wind and pressure. He landed in front of Malara and knelt low.
"My lady," the Stormclaw said, breathing hard. "We have just received new news. The island that once belonged to the former Abyss Lord… Ebon Isle… it's gone. Nothing remains. Only dark sea and fog."
Gasps rippled from the nearby demons who heard it. Even Grimzark, floating in the air with his legs crossed, stopped swinging his foot.
Malara did not seem surprised. She simply nodded and raised her hand. "Thank you. You may return to your post."
