The echo of the devil's words still coiled around the chamber like smoke, clinging to the humans' lungs with every breath. His declaration—that he was the younger brother of the Devil King, that the seer's prophecy still haunted their dominion—left a heavy silence in its wake.
But silence could not last.
Misha stepped forward first, her voice steady though her heart hammered against her ribs. "Then tell us more of this prophecy. You said two humans… carrying the blood and spirit of heroes long gone. Who were those heroes?"
