Communication was failing somewhere and Valdis had no idea how to correct it. But it wasn't as if he wrong, what he was saying was entirely possible.

"Perhaps," she said, one hand drifting to her sword's hilt, the red gem lighting up as her fingers brushed it. She wondered how the demon would have reacted to the Holy Blade in the physical plane. "And even though he's gone, his minions are still working on something."