บท 28: PROPHECY—

Iohan stood tall, commanding the room's attention. "We have lived among humans for centuries, always torn between our nature and the necessity of coexistence." His voice echoed through the chamber, the flickering candlelight casting dramatic shadows on the walls.

"Our family's history began with humans. We were attacked, and many of our ancestors shed blood to protect our kin." He paused, letting the gravity of his words settle over the room.

"An ancient prophecy foretold that peace could be made between humans and devils. A young boy, born on a winter night, would become the bridge between our worlds."

Iohan continued, his gaze intense. "Humans offered us peace, granting us a position of power in the country. In return, we accepted a human representative into our family…"