In the dimly lit chamber, the demon reappeared before Falcon and Aurelia, a disconcerting aura trailing its silhouette. The air crackled with an unsettling tension as the demon prepared to divulge the information it had gleaned—a treasure trove of crucial knowledge that hung tantalizingly in the balance.
"Before I reveal what you seek," the demon's voice echoed with an otherworldly resonance, its words imbued with an unsettling gravity, "our bargain must be fulfilled."
Aurelia's unease rippled through the room, visible in the furrow of her brow and the slight tremor in her voice. The pact made in haste, a reluctant agreement forged in the throes of dire circumstances, now stood as a haunting reminder of their precarious position.
Falcon, though resolute, cast a concerned glance towards Aurelia, a silent gesture of reassurance amidst the looming uncertainty. He stood at her side, a pillar of unwavering support in the face of the demon's unsettling demand.
