Koshmarnyk pointed at the blueprints and went over the details of the device for the meager audience of an old archmage and two demons. They seemed to follow his explanations, and he caught some curiosity on Fyertash’s face.
“A barrier didn’t help Devanshari much,” the demon said, his deep voice echoing within the initiation chamber they used for meetings. “Their device was much more powerful, with an unlimited flow of magic, and we still wore it down.”
Koshmarnyk looked up at him. “That’s not the story I’ve heard. You had a traitor inside working for you.”
“We did,” Fyertash admitted without shame. “The supply of foolish humans willing to exchange their services for their lives or some other rewards is never short.”
The suggestion behind his words was clear enough: demons would find p
