Sir Alex had talked for what felt like hours.
Warrior positions across territories the Dominion controlled. Demon arrangements and the hierarchy of Seeds planted within their forces. The Murderous Saint's broader ambitions to unite all Neolithic Empires under a single banner with demons serving as hidden allies. Names and locations and secrets, all of it spilling from burned lips desperate to purchase survival.
Now he hung in his chains, exhausted, broken, nothing remaining but hope that his cooperation had been enough.
"That is all I know."
His voice emerged as barely a whisper.
"Please. Let me repay your lineage. Let me repay Emperor Vakochev and the Empress for my betrayal. I will serve you loyally for-"
Damian's human body opened its mouth.
