Morvane, Medas, and Drevon stepped out of the room, leaving the angel woman to rest under the healer's care. The palace halls were dimly lit, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows across the stone walls.
Medas stopped and turned to Drevon, his expression serious. "Drevon, would you mind telling me everything? I need to know the whole story—the gods, demons, and angels."
Drevon leaned casually against a pillar, his signature smirk still intact. "Hmph. I don't have the time for long lectures." He paused, then sighed. "But fine, I guess I can humor you."
Morvane and Medas stood attentively, eager to hear what he had to say.
Drevon's voice took on a rare somber tone as he began. "Back then, there was nothing. No gods, no demons, no angels—just emptiness. But then, two unknown upper beings emerged, ancient and beyond comprehension. They created the Twelve Gods and Goddesses to govern Baltalaha."
"Twelve?" Medas echoed.