The demon wasn't merely familiar with the battlefield.
It had been here, fought here, and judging by its words, it had been powerful enough to stand alongside the beings responsible for this devastation. Even more frightening, it was powerful enough to be their target.
The demon lifted its chin.
"I was reduced to a fraction of my former self. Nothing more than a tiny fragment of essence, drifting through the endless abyss of space and time."
It spoke as though recounting an inconvenience rather than describing an existence on the brink of annihilation.
"Without a body. Without the power to return. With barely enough strength to preserve my own consciousness."
Its eyes narrowed, a cold smile spreading across Elara's face.
"And then I found this little world."
Ethan's heart sank.
The demon gestured vaguely towards the sky.
