She laughed—a bitter, humorless sound. "So you noticed. Of course you did. You're more observant than I gave you credit for."
She moved to a chair and sat heavily, her wings drooping slightly in a way that suggested exhaustion or stress. "I did come here for an evaluation. That part was true. But I also came here because I need help, and I'm running out of options."
"Help with what?" Satou asked, moving closer. "Have you asked the other demon lords?"
"Yes," Seraphine said, and there was frustration in her voice. "I sent messages to all of them. Malakor didn't respond—he never does unless it directly threatens continental stability. Volcanus said my territory isn't his problem. Azshara suggested I handle my own affairs. Chronus..." she laughed bitterly, "...Chronus told me I deserve whatever's coming."
"And Loki?"
