If there ever was a holy war, we lost it. If there is indeed such a thing as purposeful existence, it has no place here in Leodium. This town in which life walks avidly on feet, flies frantically on wings, crawls desperately on the ground or burrows savagely through the molten rock, is but a grim shelter for our carcasses.  And this is but one of the demon cities. I am sure that somewhere there is a written account of how many there are, of how many we are...but I never gave too much importance to such things.