"Could it be true?" one of the demons muttered under his breath.
The rumors that had circulated for days, whispers of a potential heir, now seemed to hold more truth than anyone had dared to imagine.
The idea of Draven having a grandson was no importance for some, while a total nightmare for others, knowing full well how fragile the current state of leadership within the alliance.
But the words came directly from his mouth, leaving no doubt that he was very serious about this.
Speaking with such certainty was rare for him, and even rarer was his willingness to openly mention family ties in front of everyone.
It only meant that he was deeply convinced his guess was right. The fact that he was willing to use his authority so freely to confirm it spoke volumes.
One could only imagine what he would do if it turned out to be true.
"What the hell is this bullshit, Tara?!" A large man, his face resembling that of a bull, spat out angrily.
