"Why are you worrying about it?" Lyrate said calmly. "Whatever it is, we will face it one day anyway. You are not the kind to stop halfway. We just need to make sure we are prepared."
I exhaled slowly and stood up.
"Yeah," I said. "Let's see what the future has in store for us. Anyway, get ready to intimidate some people."
Not long after, space rippled again.
Saleos appeared beside us, his posture straight, his expression controlled but alert.
"They're here," he said. "The representatives from demon headquarters."
The mood shifted instantly.
This was no longer a battlefield discussion. This was politics.
We remained where we were, standing on the fractured platform of the core layer. The void around us was calmer now, but traces of deathmist still drifted like fading smoke. Broken structures floated at a distance.
Demon forces were resting and recuperating.
Healers were running around.
A few minutes passed.
Then space folded.
A ship emerged from the void.
