As Kamira had expected, Fyertash didn’t try anything openly, but the two days after their confrontation were trying nonetheless. The demon was present whenever she worked in the initiation rite chamber, and although he only watched her from afar, his constant observation grated on Kamira’s nerves. Yet to choose to do her work elsewhere would give the demon what he likely sought: proof of her weakness.
A gust of wind and a quiet thump of the demon landing behind her made her turn around.
“Archmage,” Fyertash said without sarcasm. “Can you spare some of your time?”
She gave a hesitant nod. For a while now, she’d felt like she had already found the best solution to protecting the city, but in her stubbornness, she refused to stop searching for something better, and going over her own sketc
