As Jumba spoke, Alex remained silent, his gaze fixed on a point beyond the room. His mind, however, was a whirlwind of thoughts. The unexpected reunion, Jumba's story, and the news of increased demonic activity all coalesced into a sobering realization. The threat was real, and it was closer than they had anticipated.
Finally, Jumba finished his tale, a shaky breath escaping his lips. A tense silence descended upon the room, broken only by the crackling fire in the hearth.
Amelia, was the first to speak. "So, these demons... what did they look like?"
Jumba shuddered, the memory still raw. "G-Grotesque, Like twisted parodies of humans, with red skin and horns. Their eyes... their eyes were like burning embers, filled with nothing but cruelty."
Gregor, his face hardening, slammed his fist on the table. "Bloody demons! They'll pay for this!"
