A week had passed since Jack made his proposal to Seryth.
Seven days for word to travel between the warring clans and for arrangements to be made under the fragile banner of peace.
The throne room was impressive. High vaulted ceilings supported by marble columns that gleamed.
Banners bearing the Aurion crest hung from the walls, and the floor was polished stone that reflected the luminescence of the light demons who called this place home.
Seryth sat upon her throne, resplendent in armor that caught and amplified the light around her. Her wings were spread slightly, a display of authority and power.
To her right and left stood two elite guards.
Against the far wall, almost invisible in the shadows, stood Kyren.
The reanimated demon remained perfectly still, his hollow eyes fixed on nothing. To anyone who didn't know better, he might have seemed like a decorative statue.
The massive doors to the throne room swung open.
Vok'thar entered first.
