Celeste could not stop thinking about what had happened beyond the rift.
An Archfiend had fled through it with a god pursuing him. A Greater Demon had returned and driven that same god into retreat.
Somewhere between those two events, one horn had become four, and six wings had appeared.
What had happened in the Demon Realm?
Rowan's words returned to her.
A Daemon.
She looked toward the empty space above the ruined ground.
Had Blackmoon become one after escaping? Or had he always been a Daemon, concealing what he was until returning to his own realm allowed him to reveal it?
She did not even know what separated a Daemon from a demon.
But she knew what she had felt inside Rowan's tiny wound.
And now Mara had told her that the creature responsible was only a Greater Demon.
Only.
The word had become almost meaningless.
What would happen when he advanced again? What sort of invasion would follow if he returned stronger, with an army that knew what he could do?
