Elion found that it was no surprise that the castle halls were eerily dark, lit dimly by the occasional dark flame torches that cast long, shifting shadows along the walls.
The walls themselves were made of the same black, shapely granite stone, giving the entire place a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.
What surprised him more was how empty it all was. Every hall they turned into, there was not a single demon in sight.
"Everyone is out in battle," Zenith commented, as if reading his mind.
Elion's eyes followed the subtle sway of her hips as she walked ahead of him, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
"The battle has grown rather grim," she continued, "neither side seems to be winning right now, we are all stretched thin, fighting on three fronts."
She paused briefly before adding,
"Though demons are more resilient in a war of attrition… it is still one race against four… possibly five if things continue in this manner."
Elion nodded slowly in agreement.
