I settled behind my desk with a pounding headache and no desire to tackle the stack of paperwork awaiting my attention. It had been three days since our return to Ostrogotho, three days since Xeoniteridone and the Planeless vanished from sight. There had been no further instances of their appearing, all quiet around Demonicon, according to Jabuticabron. And no further outflux of demons from the cities or loss of soldiers to them, so I could only believe Xeoniteridone was good to his ...