Elias stood at the center of the throne room, his eyes narrowed as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. "It all makes sense now," he said, his voice cutting through the eerie silence. "Why King Alaric wanted the Flarefolk gone so badly, why he sent the Archmages, the other competent mages and the Griffin riders away—it was all to leave the kingdom as vulnerable as possible. Killing the Flarefolk, some of the strongest people in Eldoria, would deal a huge blow to the kingdom and Elaris as a whole "
He paced slowly, his gaze fixed on the figure slumped on the throne. "If you had attempted this in your true demonic form, you would have been attacked before you even set foot in the kingdom.
So, you decided to possess the one person whose decisions are nearly unquestionable. It's a very clever plot. But it's over now. You've been caught, and I will expose you to the kingdom. All your scheming will have been for nothing."