The next day arrived without the news of what happened on the wild side of Dragos. Lana was with Primus still shaking from what happened to her.
I was in the chamber assigned to me, a bare space with nothing in it but a stone table. The celebration from the night before had finally burned itself out, leaving the rest of Dragos quiet, its people resting or recovering in their own ways. I had already sent my summons back to the core.
A low stone table stood in front of me.
Four memory crystals rested at the center of the table, each faintly luminous, their surfaces etched with thin, precise runes. Beside them lay a stack of scrolls, old but carefully preserved, their bindings marked with demon insignia.
Steve had handed me the crystals after finishing his quest. Primus, on the other hand, still hadn't received his.
That bothered me.
