Chapter 41: In The Darkness

Earlier in the evening, Geram'Tor, 10 miles south of the capital.

The area was a dark and eerie forest, with countless large black tree's with thick verdant leaves; the sun blocked out from their broad coverage, rays of light peeking through as the dull and gloomy forest swayed with a gentle breeze.

Inside the gloomy forest, a row of humans and goblins all knelt in a trance as the crunch of earth sounded, metal meeting soil as the very grass seemed to part way for her steps, wearing a long black dress, solid black gauntlets and boots, her body protected by solid metal up to her thighs and neck, as she dragged a bloody mace along the ground.

"Tell me your progress." Mammon's voice sounded beautiful like a siren, haunting like a banshee as she paced forward, tapping the ground with her steel toes.

Around her, suddenly, all the males began to try speaking at once before her stern gaze and sigh stopped them from arguing.