Elsewhere,
The underground chamber was vast and suffocating as its its jagged walls carved upwards. Mana orb Torches guttered weakly in rusted iron sconces, their flames struggling against the heavy, stagnant air, casting long, wavering shadows across the assembled crowd.
Grey-robed figures lined the perimeter—dozens of them, their faces swallowed by hoods. At their sides, their mutated summons shifted with a restless, hungry energy. The hall was a menagerie of twisted shapes: wolves with jointed, arachnid limbs, serpents bearing clusters of blind, snapping heads, and constructs forged from warped metal that bled pulsing dark magic. All of them had been changed by something or someone in the Court that causes mutations.
And in the center of the chamber, two of the Nemesis Court's most powerful operatives were seconds away from tearing each other apart.
