A few days had passed, and the search for the rogue demons was proving to be more challenging than I had anticipated. It wasn't that there were none; in fact, there were too many. Each day seemed to bring new reports of sightings, and the demons were growing stronger with each encounter.
It was deeply unsettling, especially after Aurelia and I had destroyed the portal that seemed to be their source. Despite our efforts, the threat was far from over.
The weight of this responsibility was bearing down on me, and I felt a constant knot of tension in my stomach. Tonight, I found myself in the grand hall, alone. It was near dinner time, but my appetite had vanished, replaced by a gnawing anxiety.
I picked at the food on my plate, but the flavours seemed muted, the textures unappealing. I pushed the food around absently, my mind racing with thoughts of the increasing demon attacks and what they might signify.
