Aldred sensed the hesitation within the Xyrrathi assembly, their collective consciousness a whirlpool of thoughts and memories. "Your kind has faced the demons before," he said, his voice resonant within their shared mental space. "Thousands of your worlds were consumed by their darkness. You fought bravely, yet the cost was unimaginable."
At the mention of their past conflict with the demons, the assembly's luminosity dimmed, a shadow of sorrow passing over them. The Xyrrathi leader, in particular, flickered intensely, its form becoming less stable, as if stirred by a storm of emotions. The memories of that ancient war were etched deeply into their being, a scar upon their collective soul.