Every single one. Every mage she'd trained. Every specialist she'd taught. Every demon and corrupted human who'd chosen to serve her.
Gone.
The grief hit her like physical blow. She staggered, her otherworldly form flickering, her demon lord power wavering from pure emotional trauma.
"No..." she whispered through the network to Lyra. "No, no, no..."
"Seraphina? What happened?"
"They're dead. All of them. I felt them... I felt them die. Together. All at once. They... they activated Pattern Seven. Combined Detonation. They killed themselves and tried to take the heroes with them."
Her mental voice was breaking, something Lyra had never heard from the demon lord before.
