In the dim glow of the rogue camp's candle-lit tent, El-Kharis, Azazel, Leon, and Kiran sat in a small circle with the rogue leaders. Maps of Aethoria lay spread out before them, dotted with marks of potential targets and safehouses, but tension crackled in the air. El-Kharis had just delivered the news that he, Azazel, and Leon were not merely allies—they were demons.
One of the rogue leaders, a burly vampire named Theron, narrowed his eyes and let out a slow hiss. "Demons," he muttered, his voice laced with distrust. "So you've come to make enemies of all sides, then?"
El-Kharis held up a steady hand. "Calm down, Theron. If we intended to betray you, we wouldn't be here talking. We're after the same thing—freedom from Aethoria's rulers."
