A New Path
He assumed they'd head back to the round table to resume discussions, however Draven turned toward a hidden staircase, which led them deep underground.
As his mind raced, he couldn't shake the uncertainty of what awaited him below.
Draven glanced back.
"It's been so long since I felt this... content," he said, his voice echoing faintly. "To think I'd find my own grandson after so much time."
Reign remained silent, unsure how to respond.
Draven slowed his pace as the narrow staircase spiraled deeper underground.
"You know your father," his voice grew more reflective. "He was... different, even compared to me and his predecessors."
"Different how?"
"Brilliant, for one. He had this way of creating things. Artifacts, weapons, structures—things even the oldest demons couldn't replicate.