The council members watched him, waiting for him to speak first as a sign of respect.
But he said nothing. Instead, his eyes turned to a particular demon assigned to information gathering.
It was the demoness, Visara, her body covered in dozens of eyes, each one watching from a different spot.
She stood up and addressed the crowd.
"The situation in the West is worsening. The angels have requested additional reinforcements from the East." She paused, her many eyes sweeping over the assembly.
"They're becoming desperate."
A few demons cast uneasy glances at one another, while others instinctively reached for their weapons, their fingers tightening around them unconsciously.
The fragile peace that settled in the East was beginning to fracture.
Everyone's attention turned to Ra. He was the one who made it possible to strike a deal with the angels—a feat that few would even dare attempt, let alone succeed in.
