Kendo puffed his cheeks and blew out. “You know far too many secrets, young one. Almost more than I do. In your time, my Void is currently holding Ramarro?”

  “Yes,” Cole said. “Is there any way we can strengthen it?”

  “I made it as strong as I could,” Kendo said. “I violated some of the laws I established for Creon to do so, bending the rules as far as I knew how. The Void is my ultimate prison. It would hold almost anyone indefinitely. And it is utterly insufficient to contain a torivor.”

  “How long will it hold him?” Cole asked.

  “How long has it held him?” Kendo replied.

  “A few days,” Cole said.

  Kendo nodded. “If it held him for more than an hour, the Void will probably hold him for a few more days. Not weeks. Days. A little over a week maybe.”

  “You can’t make it stronger?” Cole asked.

  “Not unless between now and then I learn groundbreaking information about the kingdom I personally designed,” Kendo said.

Chapter 17