Lana
The sky above the Abyssal Hollow palace had begun to darken, streaked with the last orange hues of the sun that had just set.
I stood before the Demon King, wearing travel clothes still dirty and covered in dust. Behind me, Lucen, Sylas, Kaelith, and Ezric stood silently, though the exhaustion in their eyes was impossible to hide.
"So... they really chose war," the Demon King muttered softly, stroking his thick black beard.
I nodded. "But not now. They've postponed it until the end of next year."
The king raised an eyebrow. "That means we have time."
The Demon King rose from his throne. His face was serious, but not angry—rather calm and calculating.
"Lana," he said, looking straight at me. "Thank you for your hard work. You are truly kind and incredibly brave."
I bowed slightly. "I only did what needed to be done. The truth."
