“Because you and the ones you Ascended are Deminyen,” Lirian spat, lips puckering as if he’d tasted something sour. “Deminyen,” I murmured, my brows knitting. “Doesn’t that just mean the Ancient Ones?” “Deminyen is a…class of primordial beings with no anchors—not even to the essence of the realms.” Holland paused to take a sip. “It includes the Ancients, like the ones you saw earlier.”
