Demon Extermination.
That's what Radakel said.
As the soft morning light seeped through the curtains, I stirred awake in my bed. I swung my legs over the side and stood, stretching before pulling back the heavy fabric that shielded my room from the dawn. The sunlight flooded in, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow.
From my window, I gazed out over the capital of the Empire of Light. The city was already alive with activity, the streets filled with the hustle and bustle of nobles going about their morning routines. These wealthy aristocrats, wrapped in their finery and importance, shared a common fear and hatred: the Demons.
