Arms crossed, head tilted in a way that screamed smug superiority, Enara turned toward me as Valmor waved his hand, conjuring a swirling image of fire and ash in the air. The Dark Sovereign's rise was terrifying enough, but now he was delving into her childhood? Great. Just what I needed: a history lesson about some demon's miserable youth to ruin my already mediocre day.
"Now, let us turn to the early life of the Dark Sovereign," Valmor intoned, pacing in front of the glowing image. "It is crucial to understand that she was not born into power but clawed her way from the abyss."
I propped my chin on my hand, trying to appear vaguely interested. The last thing I needed was to get called out for slacking.
