The Cursed Path

A heavy silence settled over the war chamber as the weight of Azrael's words lingered in the air. Evelyne's heart pounded as she stared at the ancient tome resting on the table. The Forgotten Court—a name she had never heard before, yet it sent an unsettling chill through her.

"How much do we know about them?" Evelyne asked, her voice steady despite the unease creeping into her chest.

Azrael exhaled, his golden eyes flickering with something unreadable. "Not enough. They were an enigma even in their time. Neither fully demon nor human, they thrived in secrecy, manipulating the balance between our worlds." His gaze darkened. "Until they vanished."

Varian crossed his arms. "If they survived all this time, it means they've been hiding. But why reveal themselves now?"

Lyria stepped forward, her expression tense. "Because they no longer need to hide."

Evelyne swallowed hard. "You think they've been planning this all along?"