The capital of Velmora was surrounded by a sprawling chain of hills, their dark silhouettes rising beneath the silver light of the twin moons. During the day, the hills served as natural barriers around the capital and gave the realm an almost peaceful appearance from a distance, but at night they became isolated stretches of land where even the sounds of the city struggled to reach.
It was in one of these hills, far enough from the capital to guarantee privacy but close enough for either side to retreat if necessary, that the meeting had been arranged.
Two demons dressed in gray cloaks stood at the center of a flat clearing, both with their hoods pulled low over their heads to conceal their identities. Their attention remained fixed on the sky ahead of them, where the distant sound of powerful wings gradually became louder.
