They'd just watched shadow magic slaughter demons efficiently, and it had looked too much like demon powers for comfort.
"Lord Valcrest." Seria kept her voice professional. "Thank you for the assistance. That was... effective."
"You're welcome." He was regaining his composure, the pain fading from his expression. "Though I'm curious what organized, tactically trained demons are doing in the city. It's becoming an issue."
"You noticed the tactical coordination?"
"Hard to miss. They fought like soldiers, not beasts." His eyes met hers. "Your father...he died fighting demons with similar training, didn't he?"
The question hit like a physical blow. "How do you know about that?"
"I make it my business to know about threats. Organized demons are significant threat." He gestured to the corpses. "These weren't random. Someone is training them. Equipping them. Giving them intelligence on guard positions and response times."
