An Intelligent Demon Faction

The room was silent as King Aythore began recounting the events that led to the fall of Eldham. His voice was steady but carried an undertone of grief and frustration.

Every detail painted a grim picture of the demon invasion—a swift and calculated attack that left no room for defense.

"They came in the daylight with sudden force," King Aythore said, his hands gripping the edges of the table in front of him. "There were no signs, no warnings. At first, it was only a few sightings of low-grade demons near the outskirts. But within an hour, their numbers swelled. They moved with precision, tearing through Eldham's defenses with ease."

The dignitaries listened intently, their faces a mix of shock and concern.