war

El-Kharis entered the dimly lit quarters, his boots making a dull thud against the stone floor. The room was quiet, save for the faint crackle of a single lantern hanging near the far wall. Azazel and Leon were seated, their postures tense, while the other demons lingered nearby, lost in their thoughts. All of them shared the same unspoken anxiety, the weight of expectation settling heavily in the room.

They had been waiting, knowing it was only a matter of time before the Crown Prince summoned them. The recent discovery of another gem had sent ripples through their world, raising questions and fears in equal measure. For a long time, they had believed the gems were gone, wasted in the struggles of the past. Yet now, the impossible had happened—a second gem had surfaced, and with it, a renewed urgency to act.