Damian descended toward the ground after an unknown amount of time, his expression as stern as those of the other Princes. The journey back through the colossal structure had been unusually quiet, with none of the rulers appearing interested in exchanging pleasantries after the revelations about the Dark Continent.
The images Astaroth had presented remained fresh in their minds, particularly the sight of demigods from both Heaven and the Underworld reduced to mangled corpses. Nobody had expected the situation beyond their borders to be so dire, and the possibility of a truce with Heaven had introduced an entirely new complication into the Council's proceedings.
"So if you were master, what are you voting for, to fight the heavens or peace?" Shin asked Malachi as they stood near Damian's seat on the descending platform.
