'Quite a thorough bastard.'
Three days had passed since Ixion attended Se'van's history lecture.
Since there were no duels scheduled, he spent his time in his soul form monitoring the enthralled patrols that loitered around Despair's houses.
Ixion had quite an easy time spotting those who were hexed, since their motions were one-dimensional and their souls were present but lacking will. It was difficult to describe exactly what that meant, but Ixion could sense when a soul made moves without emotion.
'However…'
Despair kept cycling the guards, and none had been called into the Memory Realm.
While that wasn't odd in itself, Ixion couldn't help but feel that Despair was aware that the only way Ixion could reach him undetected was through his thralls.
Then there were the weird coded messages they sent at random intervals.
