"We leave the spire," Adron said. "Sometimes at night, sometimes during the day, but yeah usually we leave. All the humans in the spire are either claimed betrayers, claimed meals, or dead."

"But..."

"But we're not doing that today. We're going to the dens."

"The dens?"

He came up beside her. "Most demons live out in the different corners of Death's Grip. Normally I'm with Diogo in the Gorzen Mountains, while Tacitus rules the Gazra Crag, and Domicela rules the Geeraz Tombs. Gotta spread out and keep the province under our rule, right? In case Alessio attacks again. In case anyone attacks again." He gestured to the wall beside them,...