Immediately

Xanard sat on his throne cross legged checking the crystal ball while leaning on one of his arms. "An army approaches," he said.

Alberto stood by his side. "They've regrouped rather fast."

Some maids and butlers rubbed and cleaned the area all around the room; cleaning day.

"Indeed. Droban's forces would not be able to survive a long siege," he said. "Any word from Dean?"

"None so far, I doubt she would send any word at all."

"You didn't keep a shadow on her?"

"She… knows about it my lord and threatened to destroy the shadow because she values privacy."

"Doesn't she know I can watch her any moment of the day?"

"I think she does and wants you to," The butler paused. "I may be assuming too much based on conjecture, my lord."

A half sigh leaked from the demonlord's mouth as he swiped on the crystalline smooth ball.

Dark setting. Probably night. Lenora Dean was in there but it was a bit hard to see what she was-

Buzz.