"We are in the demon empire!?"
Kia's voice cracked through the heavy air like a blade striking stone. Her crimson eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and fear flashing across them as she turned toward me. The wind whipped against her hair, carrying with it the scent of sulfur and decay from the sprawling wasteland below us.
The demon empire was not a place where others tread lightly. It's very soil thrummed with malice and hunger alike. And yet, here we were, standing above it, unseen and untouched by any detection.
"Yes," I replied calmly, the faint smile on my lips never fading. "We are."
Kia frowned, her arms crossing over her chest as she turned away. "You've lost it. This place hates outsiders. They hunt people for sport, Azrail. Why would you bring me here?"
"To learn," I said, stepping forward to gaze down at the city that sprawled below — the Gravemourn Stronghold.
