The warm glow of candles flickered across the table as the group sat in a heavy silence, each lost in their thoughts. The hours had passed quickly since their earlier confrontation, and now it was time for dinner. Medas, Morvane, Crimson, and Drevon sat together, the tension still lingering in the air.
Drevon was the first to break the silence, leisurely sipping his tea as the others ate. Crimson, sitting at the opposite end of the table, finally spoke up. "I still don't understand this... Can you explain it a little more?"
Drevon sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Ugh, more explanation again? You Baltalahans should be thankful that I'm Morvane's demon. If any other demon were in my place, their temper would've killed you all by now with all these questions. But since I like storytelling, I'll indulge you." He set his cup down and leaned forward, his voice becoming more serious.
