[Darin takes a seat and leans forward, propping himself up with his elbows on his knees. He focuses on the floor rather than Zelda's face as he wrings his hands.]

Before...when I said that people with hair like mine are said to be descended from demons...? There's...more to it.

[He wrings his hands and closes his eyes. He recalls the day he crossed paths with Dromas at long last after weeks of chasing him down. The strangely empty city of Eruyeka. His dramatic reveal and speech. How he laid Darin out so easily, laughing at how weak Darin was.]

When I met my brother...back home. The day he destroyed Eruyeka...

He was trying to show me how strong I should be. That together...a city or two was nothing.

[He closes his eyes and breathes out slowly.]

Back home there's a...a prophecy spread by the church. They've used it to fearmonger and convert people.

"A Red Star Afore a Silvery Moon
Ushers in the Heralds of This World's Doom
The Realms Now Split the Demon King Will Rise
This, Poor Souls, is How Our World Dies."

[It sounds like nothing more than a poem, one that Darin had heard endlessly parroted throughout his life. Only recently had it felt less like a limerick and more real.]

It talks about the alignment of Anmaral's moons forming what the chuch calls "The Demon's Eye." It's never happened before but when it does...something's supposed to happen.

The Archfiend Diomuhr is supposed to rise up and destroy the world.

[He pauses there, assuming Zelda has her fair share of questions. Darin certainly had enough for Dromas.]