As their plans unfolded, Fein's mind raced, grappling with the weight of their rebellion. He questioned their motives, the feasibility of their plot, and the chaotic aftermath that would follow. 'Is this the right path to take? What will happen to the innocents caught in the crossfire?'
Raelis reclined in his chair, a glint of wisdom in his eyes. "But we gotta plan for the aftermath, folks. Once we've taken down those self-righteous pricks, we can't just leave the Lower Abyss in chaos. We establish a council, a council that's made up of the different factions, so that everyone's voice is heard and we can keep things in order."
A demon with ethereal wings spoke softly, her voice tinged with worry. "Raelis, what about retaliation? You think those noble houses will just sit back and let us have our way? We gotta be ready for a fight, for their counter-attacks."