Drazhul and Xavira arrived at Malreth's office not long after the summons.
The heavy doors creaked open, and the two stepped inside without any sign of hurry.
Drazhul walked in first.
His armor clinked softly with each step, stained from old battles.
His broad shoulders nearly filled the doorway, and his sharp eyes immediately scanned the room.
"Why did you call us," Drazhul said flatly. "I was in the middle of training my troops."
Xavira followed behind him, moving with slow grace.
Her long coat brushed the floor, and a faint smile rested on her lips.
Her eyes lingered on Malreth, measuring him like a piece of merchandise
Malreth leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled. "Straight to the point. I like that."
He waved a hand lazily. "I sent scouts through the Demon Gate. All of them died."
Drazhul raised an eyebrow. "All of them?"
"Every last one," Malreth replied. "No reports. No bodies. Nothing."
