"What kind of creature?" Lady Morwen interjected, her fan snapping shut as she leaned forward.
"A fallen angel," Cedric whispered, his voice barely audible. The words sent a chill through the room, and several nobles exchanged uneasy glances.
"A fallen angel?" Calder croaked, his face pale. "Surely—"
"I know what I saw!" Cedric snapped, his voice rising in panic. His trembling hands gripped the table tighter.
"This wasn't some illusion or trickery. It was real. It toyed with them, Your Grace. I watched through my scrying crystal as it descended, its wings black as midnight and its eyes burning with unholy light. My men—" He stopped, his voice cracking, before forcing himself to continue. "It spoke to them, though I couldn't hear the words. And then… they turned on each other."
"Turned on each other?" Herald asked, his tone sharp.