Gargoyle.
One of the three major demon clans—renowned for their monstrous physical strength and stone-like skin.
Durability incarnate.
"There was a reason Joe was built like a tank even in the original story," I muttered.
Maybe it was the recent attack that stirred his nerves.
Joe shifted restlessly on the bed, eyes darting around the room as if the walls themselves might turn hostile. I leaned closer and spoke in a low voice, one meant only for him.
"Relax. No matter what's happening behind the scenes, this is still human territory. The Ravarn can only stir up so much chaos before they hit their limits."
Joe swallowed.
"…But if humans find out," he whispered, "wouldn't we be in danger too?"
I didn't answer right away.
Because the truth was—
I'd be fine.
I was human, after all.
Joe wasn't.
I reached out and tapped his shoulder lightly, snapping him out of his spiral.
