The Division

Morvane's voice echoed through the chamber, cutting through the tense silence. His dark eyes burned with frustration as he faced Levan, whose stern expression carried the weight of centuries.

"How am I a threat?" Morvane demanded, his voice edged with disbelief. "Why are you suddenly painting me as a villain?"

Levan's jaw tensed, his weathered face devoid of warmth. "Your bond with a demon was already ominous," Levan stated firmly, his voice steady with authority. "But now you've gathered an angel's power as well." He paused, eyes narrowing with unease. "This… this is a combination that disturbs the balance of the realms."

A heavy silence hung in the air. Morvane clenched his fists, feeling the weight of the accusation. His breath grew heavier as emotions warred within him.