Ignis stretched out across Lilith's lap like a contented cat, her flames reduced to a soft, warm glow as she gazed up at the sky. Her voice carried a lazy, dreamy note.
"So, we're going straight to the Demon King's castle? I want to see what it looks like! Do you think it's grand? Full of dark, spiky towers and glowing eyes?"
Isolde's voice cut through, sharp and practical, her pale blue eyes narrowing with exasperation.
"Don't be foolish. If we march into the Demon King's castle unannounced, we'll be painting ourselves as hostile intruders. We'll enter the demon territory normally."
Azrynn's gaze drifted downward, her yellow eyes fixed on the landscape passing beneath them. Her voice carried a note of quiet concern.
"Will the demon race accept a Dark Elf? I've heard stories of how they treat outsiders..."
Isolde's voice softened, carrying a note of reassurance.
