Demonion Gaiden 01 -

Zagan traveled alone. He had no legion left, only rage and a limp from a wound that never fully healed. Thornwood was a pathetic smear of huts clinging to a hillside. The humans there were not heroes. They were farmers. Grave-robbers. Fools.

The Demonion. The Heart of Chaos. The God-Machine. It had been the source of his power, a living fortress of bone and brass that ate souls and birthed armies. When the Liberators struck, they had shattered it. They believed they had scattered its pieces to the ends of the mortal realm, sealed in blessed shrines and sunken temples. Demonion Gaiden 01

Zagan took a long, burning gulp. "Speak or crawl away." Zagan traveled alone

"Not just a rib," Zagan whispered, his voice echoing with a forgotten cadence of command. "A key." The humans there were not heroes