Western Continent, Great Demon City.
"Sister Onora, the Fallen Demon Egg is pulsating."
Inside the Priest's palace, Onora lay on a mat woven from fragrant branches, her skin dazzling in the sunlight in stark contrast to the surrounding Demon Clan.
She was lost in thought, with the demeanor of a naturally oblivious older sister from next door.
A boy of Demon King Bloodline, whom she supported, jogged over curiously holding a green Fallen Demon Egg.
Onora glanced at it, raised her slender eyebrows, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face, transforming her aura from a naturally oblivious sister to cunning.
"It pulsates because it senses another of its kind, born in the same batch, is being used, so it's excited."
"Does that mean it wants to be used too?" the boy asked. "Can I use it?"
