Berserker who doesn't remember what happened last night or how that fire got started.
Lunaeris sat bolt upright with a start.
"Where am I, where's that FUCKER-"
"Relax Lunaeris, you're safe." Her paladin said. "You blacked out. Mana exhaustion. Do you remember?"
Lunaeris tried to calm her breathing as she looked around the room. She was back in the healer's ward, someone must have brought her there after-
She held a hand to her head. Her recollection was foggy, but-
"The demon king." She croaked, her voice hoarse. "He's here, we-"
"I know."
"You know?"
Kallixenia cleared her throat.
"Your father was here, he relayed... his version, of events."
Lunaeris huffed.
"I know. But I assume from what he told me that the demon king is here posing as the hero of prophecy?"
"Yes." Lunaeris said, nodding and getting out of her bed.
"And you... melted the throne room?" The knight asked, hesitantly.
Lunaeris swallowed. "I... vaguely recall... melting some of the floor, yes."