Varun lifted a hand and pressed his fingers hard against the side of his temple.
A dull throb pulsed behind his eyes.
He rubbed slowly, trying to push away the forming headache, but it only grew sharper the more he thought.
A demon, half a step into Rank 4.
That was not normal.
Varun lowered his hand and let out a long breath, his face tightening with strain.
"This is bad," he muttered, voice low. "Very bad."
Varun glanced at Ruel, then at Michael, then at the Starborn. His gaze lingered longest on the silver-eyed figure who had dropped the news.
"The demonic supernaturals attacking the Federation settlement are strong and troublesome. Dangerous, even. But the balance of the first floor, of Hell itself, will not crumble just because some demonic supernaturals took control of a few outposts. The Federation and the other races can handle that kind of disturbance."
