Meanwhile, in the swamps of GralesâŚ
As the rain fell, the swamp waters below began to swell up and slowly rise.
In an enclave in the swampâs shores, there was an opening between the rotten dead vegetation and mud that created a narrow tunnel, leading into a dank underground cavern with minimal lighting. Wails of agony and despair could be heard echoing throughout the muddy cave, some being groans of hunger while others were the groans of being eaten alive.
The Blood Queen sat on her throne at the center, taking in the scene with great bitterness as water from aboveground dripped from the dirt ceiling.
The cavern seemed to ironically symbolise the state her âorganizationâ: falling apart.
The Blood Pact had once been a glorious shadow power in Grales, and now it had been reduced toâŚthis.
The numbers were rapidly decreasing, and they were running out of food in their territory. The Blood Queen was faced with a difficult decision to make for her people in the coming daysâŚ
Meanwhile, at The Sand TavernâŚ
Scalthus sat, taking a long swig of what appeared to be flower nectar. Business hadnât been so good for him lately, in fact it seemed to have significantly slowed ever since The Emperorâs death. Scalthus sat there impatiently, waiting for someone, anyone who mightâve had a job for him.