Damian had everything planned out.
He was about to separate the five Dukes into different corners of the Citadel and interrogate them one by one, peeling away their secrets with the patience of someone who had all the leverage and knew it. The solar chains were already flaring in preparation, each Duke being pulled in a different direction, and the Citadel below had settled into the kind of quiet that followed catastrophe, a quiet that would give him the space he needed to extract every piece of information these demons carried about the River of the World and what lay beyond it!
And yet, just as he began, his entire existence buzzed.
HUUM!
