With that, he turned and walked out, leaving the room quiet behind him.
Mazikeen rose a moment later and followed Dravon, but she stopped at the doorway. She didn't look at any of us at first. Her fingers tightened slowly, then she turned back.
"I lost most of my family to this rift," she said quietly.
Her voice didn't shake, but that almost made it worse.
"Parents. Siblings. Cousins. Gone." She swallowed once. "And I'm not special. There are thousands like me here. Demons who lost entire bloodlines. Entire histories."
Her eyes hardened as she looked past us, toward the direction of the rift.
"Since the day that Eternal planted himself here with that tower, he hasn't left. Not once. He just watches. Like a spear driven straight into our hearts." Her breath came out slow and heavy. "Every day we fight. Every day we die. And every day we hope someone, anyone, will finally hit back hard enough to change something."
She paused, then said the word like it was carved into her bones.
