Talking shifted uneasily in his seat, his injured leg stretched out before him. His gaze flickered between Enel and the others, as if he wasn't entirely sure he should continue. But the allure of the strange fruit and the hope of salvation for his people compelled him to speak.
"After the light in the sky," he began, his voice carrying a weight of sorrow, "they came. The demons." He spat the word out as though it left a bitter taste in his mouth. "They came down like a storm, killing many of us. Taking even more. They…" His voice wavered, and he closed his eyes for a moment, his hands clenching into fists.
Enel tilted his head slightly, watching the man closely, his sharp eyes taking in every twitch of Talkling's face, every tremor in his voice.
