Boredom was one of the most demotivating things that a demonic invasion could inflict. Artakam was pretty safe, for example, with no human casualties so far and such perfection came with boredom. The town wasn't as threatened as the rest of the world.
Bardeelus suffered the most from this boredom, as he wasn't one who could stand still for a long time. He wasn't necessarily a frantic or jittery person, it was just that the new world spared no soul at all when it came to boredom; He felt heavily isolated, and felt a bit useless too.
"This'll be the death of me," He sighed, dramatically. "Those couple of pure people sure spare their pretty mana, they haven't called for me in weeks."
He'd love to hear about anything interesting that those folks had to say, but for now this miscellaneous problem remained, he was bored and isolated.
