Ethan leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh. His office was shrouded in dim light, illuminated only by the soft glow of a desk lamp. The recent events had left him mentally exhausted. The summoning of Ardyn and the revelation about the gods, particularly the notion that gods and demons were essentially the same entity, differentiated only by their essence, added a layer of complexity to an already convoluted situation.
Yassmin was in the office with him, observing his tired expression. Without saying a word, she approached with a glass in hand, offering it to him.
"Something to drink?" she asked softly.
Ethan nodded and took the glass, grateful for the gesture. He took a sip, feeling the whisky warm his throat, slightly calming his mind.
