Far in the remote wilderness, Galene was tasked with the burden of caring for the last reproductive demon. It was a thankless and isolating job, one made even more difficult by the nature of the demon cycle—mindless, born without thought or direction until they evolved into high-ranking demons capable of protecting themselves. Only two male demons had been born, and they were helpless, relying entirely on her care.
Galene was exhausted. She hadn't bathed in weeks, her only semblance of cleanliness coming from washing her hands before preparing what little food she could scavenge. Supplies were running low, barely enough to sustain her, let alone the demons she cared for. With each passing day, her strength waned.
