The days on the Artificial Moon had been quiet and passed quickly. Qhava was certainly still busy in Hell and any envoys to replace those subordinates of hers they had killed should be a long way off.
They had traveled little when they left Uzira and went to the bottom of the sea to face the Sea Serpent, making it easier for their enemies to pursue them. Now they had put a much greater distance between themselves and their adversaries, leaving several mechanisms that would protect the path they took.