"R-Relax!" the stranger raised a hand in surrender. "I'm a demon too. I've evolved to the perfect stage… Look." He pointed to his forehead where a horn had once been, now cut off.
Galene's gaze softened, though still wary. "An evolved demon..." she murmured, recognizing the significance.
He nodded. "I'm Dakrea. And you?"
"Galene," she replied slowly, "I used to be the Demon King's secretary... to Hila."
Dakrea's eyes widened with recognition. "The Demon King Hila… so you're his secretary? Interesting."
Dakrea's eyes lingered on Galene, a blend of curiosity and quiet understanding crossing his face. Perhaps it was the recognition of her former status under the great Hila or the weight of the burden she now bore. He crouched down, maintaining a respectful distance, sensing her fragile state.
"So… what are you doing here?" Dakrea asked cautiously, his voice softer now. "I thought every demon was… dead."
