Jocelyn Grant's gaze swept over them, and she was satisfied.
'At least they know their place.'
The flaming wings on her back slowly retracted as she gently descended.
As her feet touched the ground, she spoke. "The Warren Family and I are bound by fate, it seems. This time, as this Princess descends to this world, I can grant you a great opportunity. I have come to the Lower Realm to settle some old scores and need people to do my bidding. There is a reason I chose you, but what it is, you need not know. You can work for this Princess. If you do your tasks well, you will become my people, and I can have your entire clan ascend to Empyria with a single word."
The entire clan ascending?
Everyone from the Warren Family gasped. But when they considered her identity, they suddenly realized that for someone like her, this was indeed a trivial matter.
