Seeing the mood turn heavy, Anjee spoke up. "You can ignore the demon. Things aren't as bad as he makes them sound."
Primus chuckled quietly. "You really believe that, Anjee?"
Anjee nodded firmly. "Yes. The Prime Galaxy still stands strong, and even the top ten seats haven't lost any major wars."
Primus shook his head slowly. "They haven't lost, true… but they haven't won either. It's a stalemate.
And while they're busy maintaining that, the Eternals' other forces are tearing through the rest of our universe. I know this because we've lost billions of demons to them, taken as slaves. And if I'm not wrong," he glanced at Anjee, "even the Ferans suffer the same. Don't they make mounts out of your kind?"
Anjee's claws tightened. The glass in his hand cracked and shattered with a low crunch. "I don't like hearing that, Primus." His deep voice rumbled in anger.
Primus raised his hand slightly. "My apologies. That was the alcohol talking."
