A wave of understanding washed over Alex. Hila's words painted a picture of a demon society far more complex than he had initially imagined. It wasn't just a mindless horde driven by bloodlust; there were individuals within their ranks who questioned the war, who longed for peace.
"I see," Alex said softly, his gaze meeting Hila's. "But that doesn't excuse the atrocities your people have committed. The countless lives they've taken, the suffering they've caused..."
Hila sighed, his eyes filled with a profound sadness. "I know," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "But what choice did we have? We were trapped in Hell, a realm of eternal torment. We sought refuge in this world, but the humans feared us, hunted us. We had to fight back, to survive."
Alex was struck by a sense of déjà vu. This scene, this conversation, felt eerily familiar, mirroring a pivotal moment from the game's storyline.
