The conference room was exactly what one would expect from a demon fortress. It was cold and was barely decorated.
A large table of polished black ice dominated the center, surrounded by chairs that looked more like thrones than seats.
Loryn sat at one end, his gaunt skeletal form hunched over a stack of documents. His bone-thin fingers held papers with surprising delicacy despite their appearance.
His stitched-together face showed serious concentration, multiple eyes scanning text simultaneously.
Kaedor occupied the opposite end, his mind already tallying numbers and calculating profit margins from the reports before him.
His eyes moved with practiced efficiency, occasionally glancing up as if mentally adding another column to an invisible ledger.
Rynath sat between them, her serpentine form coiled in her chair with elegant efficiency.
Her eyes tracked both generals with the careful attention of someone used to gathering intelligence from body language.
