"I know that you are thinking. But we need to begin looking. We can not rest.' Mordant calmly spoke with Walker. He could tell that Walker was in depth thinking about why they might not have seen the demons here. It was written all over his face. A very easy thing to guess since they were all thinking about it.
Yet, when it came to their current task, they had to focus on the draconic ruins somewhere under this pyramid. The palace that the undead had been trying to break in to as well so that they could utilize more of the strength of dragons to take over more space. So that the mummified pharaoh could live out the desire to become some all powerful god of twisted death.
drop those golden tickets!