Unfortunately, those bubbly thoughts and ideas of what the world could be beyond Alzhor were muddled for me from a young age. My first brush with a demon ended smeared in death. Because, you see, the demons and demigods have never gotten along. Not before the war, and certainly not now. So why would a wish upon a demon’s heart save you? I’ve wished on every evil heart I’ve plundered for this war to end.
