As they approached the shelter, Yandol's eyes fixed on the structure that stood like a beacon in the snowy landscape. The demons had used some sort of spell to appear human, so they would be able to enter the shelter without problems. The shelter, built with sturdy stone walls and a reinforced entrance, was designed to withstand the harsh winter. The flickering light of a few lanterns inside hinted at the presence of his people seeking safety within.
Despite the sight of refuge, Yandol's guilt lingered. The weight of leading destruction to his people weighed heavily on him. He gritted his teeth, reminding himself it was for his family. Each step toward the shelter felt like a heavy compromise for the sake of those he held dear.
Alzureth's eyes narrowed as he sensed Yandol's internal struggle. With a hint of sarcasm, he questioned, "Having second thoughts?"