"Demons?" she arched an eyebrow.
"Sorcerers have knowledge of these creatures, don't they?"Mathies asked.
"Why would you ask that?" Rosalind asked.
"I— it is not just their knowledge that troubles me. It's a deep-rooted belief that has been passed down through generations in my family," he was quick to clarify.
"Please, enlighten me."
"Well… I know this may sound crazy but I think they are coming."
"Pardon?" her expression immediately changed.
Mathies hesitated, aware of the weight his words carried. He took a deep breath, his voice filled with a mixture of conviction and trepidation. "According to our family's ancient prophecy, a time would come when the war would engulf our lands, paving the way for the emergence of demons," he began, his tone steady but tinged with an underlying sense of urgency. "These demons, cunning and deceptive, would disguise themselves as humans, infiltrating our society with malicious intent."
