Rain pelted down violently. The weather in different realms was a reflection of what was happening. In a transparent space, sat a few superiors who were confined in their chairs.
Before them was a mirror like screen that displayed what was happening in each of their realms.
Zamarad's heart ached as she watched her daughter's trapped soul. She let the tears fall freely, unable to control them.
On the other side was her broken son who had yet to utter a single word. She felt horrible for being this helpless.
She wasn't the only one though. Right next to her was Shahzad. His eyes were red from trying to keep the tears inside. His little girl was hurting. The father made a mental note to make that demon pay after all this was over.
His gaze drifted to his brave son. Knowing Angelo, he must be beating himself up for his incompetence. Shahzad felt so proud of his son.