Murmurs rippled through the demons as newcomers arrived in steady streams.
Wealthy merchants clustered together, their expensive accessories glinting under the platform's lights. Noble families occupied prime viewing positions, their retinues creating small islands of privilege.
The turnout exceeds my wildest expectations. This is going to be massive.
Viscount Vex arrived with his cape billowing despite the absence of any wind.
Precious perched behind his ear, her needle-sharp teeth clicking with excitement. Behind him, servants carried ornate cases that presumably contained his promised Demonica specimens.
He brought backup plants...
A commotion near the plaza's eastern entrance announced more significant arrivals. Guards in royal livery cleared pathways through the crowd, their formation speaking to serious security protocols.
Royal entourage. This is really happening.
