“I wish I had better news,” Jabuitcabron said, making my insides sag with further defeat. “No matter what we do, how hard we fight, we are losing by the hour, my Ruler.”
I nodded. “So much for Xeoniteridone’s declarations of peace and love.”
Jabut shrugged as Sassafras snorted next to me.
“Peace and love my furry butt,” the Persian snapped. “More like lie and cheat and steal until there’s nothing left.”
Demonicon is coming apart at the seams, the Node holding the planes together separating with barely a complaint, and there is nothing Meira or her friends can do about it. Even the mighty drach, the first race, are at a loss to stop the Planeless leader from tearing her world apart. And though the young and worried Ruler faces defeat, losing Demonicon might be her only hope.