Several weeks back…
Vritra stood in his chambers, arms behind his back, his head held steady. He appeared more rigid than usual, with no smile or even a word as he stared into the black rift before him.
He was speaking with his father.
Demon King Rohan.
Though Rohan wasn't physically present, his aura was so powerful that it made Vritra's chambers feel like they were trembling.
"Father, you' re looking well."
"I didn't come here for small talk, boy. You did well securing that alliance with Duranzia, but now I need you to go further. We can't let our enemies or the other Asura families get ahead of us."
"What do you need from me, Father?"
