Drevan froze in place, his breath caught at the Sovereign's last declaration. Demons. The word echoed in his mind with a sinister weight.
The demi-humans had long lived in the cursed forest, dreaming of awakening as a foundation of their evolution. But to evolve into demons? Drevan was stunned by the revelation he had just heard.
No one had ever achieved such a feat, and no one had ever managed to kill a demon, so information about these beings was scarce at best.
He understood the classes: beasts, then monsters, and finally demons, with demons representing the third tier of existence. That meant Patriarch Rakahn, Kyrian, and the Sovereign had now entered an entirely new realm of power.
It wasn't merely a matter of raw strength. Becoming a demon meant transcending the limits of flesh and blood while binding oneself to an existence where willpower was everything, and failure brought unimaginable consequences.