Meanwhile, outside the Spire's range.
A group of fifty people stood outside, watching the spire's rotten rain from a distance. They were told by the vassals to infiltrate the region, and their task was to gather intel.
Intel about the strange structure, the enemies within, basically anything that would help them take down the undead.
However, none of them dared to step in.
They had a feeling that their deaths awaited them on the other side.
Even the seven priests were afraid.
"Do we have to go in?" a girl with a bow and arrow called out.
There were a few nods. Sure, they had joined the cult, but wasn't their task a bit too extreme for an initiation ceremony?
The cult of the Absolutes.
A cult that served a strange entity called the Blightlord.
No one except the core members knew much about their operations.
