As Zagan approached, the rib thrummed . A vision slammed into his mind: the Demonion, whole and terrible, standing against an army of light. He saw his generals—Lilith, Bael, Forcas—kneeling before him. He saw the world burning.
That was the cruelest stroke. Not death. But irrelevance. Demonion Gaiden 01
A slender, insectoid demon with cracked amber eyes crawled onto the parapet. Kael had been his strategist. Now, he was just a beggar. "The goblin courts spat me out. Too much politics, not enough blood. I come bearing a scrap of news. Perhaps the last scrap." As Zagan approached, the rib thrummed
And then he saw the truth the Fragment showed him. The Liberators had not won through strength. They had cheated. They had used a stolen piece of the Demonion—a heart-shard —to forge a cage for his power. That cage was still intact. And it was hidden. He saw the world burning