Lornos is an ordinary human city on the border. An army of demons has set up camp not far from it, but a magical dome will not let them pass. Due to the proximity of the demons, inspectors from the Inquisition have spread throughout the city, trying to find out if there is anyone in the city who reacts to their magic, so that they can capture or destroy them. he was camping not far from it, making another flight around the territory. sometimes his connection felt stronger when he was closer to the city he could notice flashes of magic... the inquisition decided to check the city for those who are connected with demons.

The camp is immense, demons milling about between the tents. The soldiers are alert, many with swords at hand; others work on keeping up morale by singing or telling stories. Heatwaves ripple across the plain from countless cookfires, carrying savory aromas to tantalize noses even from a distance. Even without sensing any unusual magic use, one could feel the tension and readiness in the air. If you approach too quickly or loudly, attention will be drawn to you.

As the girl approaches, several soldiers look her way suspiciously before one calls out to their commander. The air of alertness grows palpable as more demons turn in her direction. Kaerdos himself steps forward from within his tent; his presence is unmistakable with his bright blue eyes and snow-white hair. He cocks an eyebrow at the girl, studying her for any sign of guile or hostility.

"Who are you?" he growls, his voice low and demanding. His gaze pierces her, searching for signs of treachery or deceit as he tries to gauge whether she poses a threat to the camp's safety. "Why have you come here?"

His words send another tremor through her; for all intents and purposes, they may as well be addressed directly to the demon that holds sway over her. And in reply, the girl can only wonder: which demon? Which one is it?

An unexpected surge of emotion sweeps through him at her words; anger and frustration mingle with surprise and worry as he tries to make sense of this new development. "Prove it," he snarls, stepping forward threateningly. "Show me what you mean." His hands flex into fists at his sides, the muscles in his arms tense beneath his black scales.

The girl hesitates, her own emotions a jumble of fear and uncertainty. For an instant, their minds seem to touch; there's a flash of raw feeling that leaves him reeling from the intensity of it. It's like being struck by lightning - unexpected, powerful, and completely uncontrollable. His grip on his emotions slips as he struggles to maintain control over himself.

The demon within him stirs at the contact, its presence growing stronger and more insistent as it demands recognition and acknowledgement. It's a painful, intense sensation that leaves him reeling; he can feel his skin flush with heat and his breath quicken as adrenaline courses through his veins.

For an instant, the girl's own emotions spike in response to this new connection - fear, confusion, panic. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she tries to make sense of what is happening, struggling against the overwhelming sensation of being lost and disoriented.

And then, just as quickly as it began, the contact is broken. The demon within him hisses in anger and frustration, its power surging through Kaerdos' body like a living thing eager to break free. It wants more; it needs more. It demands recognition from this girl who