"Arantius," Fate said, "You know better than any that demons are driven by their lust for power and evolution beyond everything. We, I included, made only one mistake: assuming that they wished to bind themselves to Xiviyah so that they could manipulate her toward whatever end they desired. But that is where we were wrong."
"You? Wrong?" I gasped, twisting to gape at her. "But you're Fate."
Suddenly, I realized the context of what they were discussing. My surprise dropped with my stomach, becoming heavy, bitter apprehension.
"Are you saying Fyren is like Rash'alon?"
Arantius's eyes narrowed. "No, you're saying that isn't his aim."
The remnant stiffened. His eyes darted to the painting of the Realm War, focusing on the depiction of the first demons.
