Warren turned to her, his voice barely audible despite standing right beside her, the silence making even whispers feel too loud.
"There's got to be over twenty thousand demons here." Mira stuttered.
Knowing the precise scale of their opposition would only accelerate Mira's descent into panic, and he needed her functional for whatever came next.
Mira's orange eyes tracked the assembled army with growing desperation, her fire magic flaring brighter as wounded pride fought against survival instinct.
"At least," she replied, her voice tight with tension that threatened to break into hysteria.
The admission cost her.
Warren could see it in the way her shoulders tensed, in how her fire blazed hotter to compensate for the fear she refused to acknowledge verbally.
Years of hunting Soul Wardens, eliminating threats to the Council's supremacy, and she'd never faced an army that numbered in the tens of thousands.
