Kamanda Voss regarded the demon with an expression that betrayed nothing of whatever disgust or concern he might have felt.
This was the cost of alliance with forces from beyond the River of the World.
This was what the Murderous Saint had agreed to when he sought power capable of reshaping the Lands of Stone.
He waved his hand in dismissal.
"There should only be some Sworn and Dross tribes in that direction. Go all out. Consume whatever you find. Just don't make it too obvious yet."
His stellar crimson eyes locked with her hungry gaze.
"Secrecy is still a weapon. We don't want the Covenant or the Noble Beasts understanding the full scope of our arrangements until we're ready to reveal them on our terms."
He turned back to the map, to the broken crystals and dimming lights.
"Go."
...!
Paimon's smile became something that belonged in nightmares.
"As you command, Dear Kamanda."
