Meanwhile, at the Cabal's base of operations
Demona had spent a lot of time attempting to feel Adramellech's presence and determine his location to no avail. She meditated, concentrated, and she even achieved a higher state of consciousness… nonetheless, none of her efforts bore any fruit whatsoever. After being frustrated, she directed her animosity at Andreza.
Demona: Make yourself useful. Help me find the master.
Andreza: How do you suggest I do that? I don't know him… How do you expect me to find him if I have never even met him?
Demona: So you're pretty much useless… Is that what you're saying?
Zeldrys: Her job is not to find the master. That is your job, Demona. She is here to provide support in battle whenever the need for that shall arise.
