Gorath paused, almost in contemplation before continuing.
"The reason why Lilith kept the truth from you. Why she let you think the war was just about territory and pride. Because asking someone to lead a suicide mission requires them to not know it's suicide."
"But you're telling me anyway."
"Because you're not someone anymore. You're something. Something that opens the gates of hell. Something that killed a Grand Commander and made the Radiant Empire retreat. Something that might—impossibly, improbably—have a chance where everyone else has none."
Gorath stepped closer.
"I'm telling you because you deserve to know what you're really fighting for. Not just Lilith's crown. Not just demon survival. But the prevention of prophesied genocide. The desperate attempt to save an entire species from ordained destruction."
Liam looked at the prophecy on the table. At the ancient words that condemned demon-kind to death.
