Inside Oupheir City, the fires had died down, but a thick smog now descended.
It was hard to say what exactly shrouded the city. The billowing smoke was filled with fine particles from the fires, while the resurrected dead spread clouds of poisonous mist.
Cultists had gathered in droves. The city's upper echelons and Nobility had long been infiltrated; they had either been tempted into joining the Underground Sect willingly, or they had been threatened and controlled with Divine Arts.
The crowds descended into illusion and revelry. The nightmares of the fearful and the sweet dreams of the hopeful intertwined. They couldn't see one another in the thick smoke, only dancing and giving free rein to their desires.
BANG! A crazed Cultist's ribs were blasted away by a Firewood Carrier's Magic Missile, but to the Caster's surprise, the man kept running.
