The Arbiter's Amulet dangled from Fyren's hand, slowly rotating in the moonlight. It was the figure of an angel stretching her wings within the bounds of a thin golden ring. Its power matched that of the artifacts the gods had given Enusia, bearing enough weight to slightly warp the weave of fate.
The amulet released a mana pulse, and a shimmering, mirror-like circle of flames swirled in front of Fyren. The edges were ragged with wisps of red, a window to a realm of fire and fury. A demon that resembled Fyren's demon form appeared, save its scales were ashen white instead of dark red and black.
"Incinderus?" Fyren asked, raising an eyebrow. "What is the meaning of this?"
The demon bowed its draconic head. "Forgive my intrusion, Lord of Ash. I mean no disrespect."
Fyren waved his hand. "Think nothing of it. I simply wasn't expecting a demon lord to come calling. Aren't you busy preparing for the descent?"
