Six days had passed since I practically nourished the Endless Forest with the blood of the Zarthian Beasts.
Fours days since the Merchant Queen, Ryana, learned exactly what it felt like to be a trophy in my vault rather than the one holding the keys.
And since the days of Caelum, Auravale was starting to change.
Every street was scrubbed.
Every shop was draped in black and gold banners.
Heck... Even every man and woman took a bath daily.
Everything looked perfect.
Everything in Auravale looked like a paradise.
Well on the surface, it seemed so. But with the Blackfangs on the streets, what else were you expecting?
If you looked closer, you could see the crack between their smiles.
They walked around with these wide, forced smiles. It was like they were constantly practicing for a play they didn't want to be in.
They knew the rules. If you didn't look happy, my Blackfang Elites would help you find a reason to cry.
