Fulfilled destinies do not always bring good (part 2)

Raven and Val Keshra landed in a secluded spot of the village. The temple like castle stood on a slightly raised part of ground, watching over the village. Two suns burnt the sky red and the black stone houses stood on either side of the dirt paths. Raven paused to get her bearings before moving off with a determined stride. She passed a couple of demons, nodding once to them in acknowledgement. The smiths weren't far off. She recognised the two demons as apprentices to the smiths.

Val Keshra landed stabilized on the ground, used to the mind-boggling experiences. When he landed on the ground, tough, he couldn't help but to remark the first thing that he saw as he lifted his head: the two suns that scorched the atmosphere, burning it deeply. But, as he was gazing, Raven had already paced off, and Val Keshra was forced to follow her at the same speed of her stride, which was quite a challenge, since Val Keshra's walking, without using his telekinesis, wasn't easy. And for once in a very long time, he felt hesitant, in front of all these people, the kin of Raven Roth, staring at him with rather confused or awe-filled eyes.

Raven wove her way knowingly though a couple of maze-like little alleyways before stopping outside a large, one storey building. She pushed the door open to show two part demons working hard around a furnace. She greeted them in the native language of the dimension, bowing with one hand over her heart. One of the demons, a tall man with bulky muscles nodded once at the demoness, his deep purple hair tied up in a high ponytail.

Val Keshra entered, having to bend over slightly to be able to pass through the entrance. His moderate Teraxian height sometimes did come out to be an annoying thing outside of battles. It already made him a large target, but it also made him slower.
Val Keshra had already understood a little bit of the Aspheri dimension. Last time he fought Raven, he had analyzed more than he had wanted to within her mind. He knew the warlike race only fairly little, but good enough to be able to tell that they weren't someone to be messed with.
Val Keshra stood silent next to Raven, staring blankly in a straight line, gazing at the walls of the construction.

Raven and the smith discussed something rapidly in demonic before the smith nodded and Raven turned to Val Keshra.
"He needs to exmaine one of the crystals." She informed the Terax, "Apparently one of our warriors got in a tangle with one of your people and he managed to get a fragment of the crystal."

"Hm, so your people have already met the Teraxian race," Val Keshra concluded, "your race is more well-informed than I had previously imagined." Val Keshra reached behind him, and then stretched his arm and hand out to the demon smith, holding the black crystal in the palm of his hand, before turning to Raven, slightly pulling his hand away, clenched onto the stone. "Are you sure that your race will be able to understand the power of a crystal such as this, Raven Roth? I don't wish to bring any evil upon our own lands, nor yours."