Demons filled the hall in every direction. Some wore ceremonial armors. Others were dressed in flowing robes, open at the chest, bands of metal and gemstones marking rank or lineage. A few wore nothing but pants displaying their scars with pride. But they weren't the only ones present.
Tall, overly dressed Nagas mingled with the demon crowd. Their eyes followed everything, unblinking. Nearby, broad-shouldered Ferans clustered together in tight groups, fur marked with scars and clan brands, their posture proud but restrained, as if this was not their territory but close enough to feel familiar.
Elementals drifted openly among them. Some were little more than humanoid outlines formed of fire, ash, or wind. Others were dense, almost solid, their cores glowing as they absorbed the ambient heat of Dragos with visible satisfaction. There were others too, races I didn't immediately recognize.
This was not just a demon celebration.
This was a statement.
