Dragen exchanged a look with Alder and their gazes then returned to the now unconscious light blood.
She was slumped against the wooden chair she had been strapped into, and her breathing had visibly slowed.
She was alive, that much was certain but she was completely out of it.
"I believe she will be out for a while. With her powers manifesting for the first time, it would leave her drained of energy." Dinmayor, the demon of discord asserted.
"A while? We do not have a while. For every moment we linger in the mortal realm, the supernatural council and the sacred order become more and more aware of our presence here..."
"As do the mortals, a battle will surely lead to mortal casualties which will trigger the wrath of the other realms. Any longer and we will have a lot of trouble to deal with." Minmayor, the demon of mischief reminded his brother.
