To any proud Winged, landing on the ground and stepping toe-to-toe with humans was not only dangerous but also the utmost insult.

Yet they hardly had any choice. This was the Devil. The one man who had almost decimated the Winged Legion and the rest of the Wingeds understood that any dealings with him needed to be handled subtly and delicately.

"What should we do now, sir?" an elderly Winged asked the Ninth Presbyter.

"We watch and play on for now. Lead ...