The morning sunlight filtered weakly through the high, jagged archways of the obsidian scullery, illuminating a truly terrifying mountain of cracked red crab shells and greasy cast-iron cookware.
Ren stood at the wide stone basin, her hands submerged in warm, soapy water, aggressively scrubbing the life out of a wooden platter. Her eyes, however, were completely glazed over. She was entirely zoned out.
Earlier that morning, she had gently but firmly shooed the eager coral and albino snake females out of the kitchen, telling her loyal apprentices to go get some much-needed rest and that she would handle the cleanup alone. In reality, Ren just desperately needed to be by herself.
The System's devastating bombshell from last night was dwelling incredibly heavily on her thoughts.
Infertile.
