Raven sighed - he finally had a moment to breathe.
Nevar and his demons hadn't been around in quite some time, and he was grateful, but things still felt off.
You are tormented by worries in your mind, Satyarani had told him once, when he'd expressed concern about demons when working with her to restore his homeland, long ago. He had a feeling that right now, he felt the same.
Footsteps crunched against the grass, and Raven turned, holding up his staff of power upon cautious instinct.
"Who's there...? Speak now."


















