Chapter 61: Growing Terror
I looked out over my city from the balcony, hands gripping the stone railing so tightly it was a wonder neither my bones
nor the stone cracked. While the initial mob-mentality meltdown on the streets seemed over, desperation and hopelessness
radiated back to me from the quiet, almost deathly silence of Ostrogotho. The loss of the planes became quickly apparent
and any attempt I made to calm the populace only made things worse.
My first try ended up in a massive show, one I now felt certain was planned by Xeoniteridone, in which a major plane was
lost and an earthquake shook the city. It took all the guards I had to bring Ostrogotho to any semblance of order after
that. As much as it pained me to do so, knowing there would be repercussions and backlash among common demons, I'd
declared martial law. At least that way I could make sure everyone had enough food and water, while restricting movement
as much as possible to keep the city-and its demons-intact.