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And so Arascus, God of Pride, waited. He waited for his defeat as the forces of Heaven & Hell combined descended upon him. He waited as they tried to kill him. He waited as they locked him away. He waited for a thousand years in that dark prison.

Great primordial sin

Neneria called the darkfur from the ground to her service. The beastman stood as a ghost before, slightly opaque, his colours dulled. "I am Neneria." The woman said and the beastman kneeled.

"I bow to Packmaster's equal."

Sara returned to Arcadia. A day had been wasted on travel, she had slept four hours on the flight back, and then slept another thirty minutes on the short train from Arcadia's single airport to the entrance. Then she had wandered in just as she had done before. This time, there was no foolish act, no stupid journalist about, nothing of the sort.

This time, it was a straight march towards to the Divine Library. Sara had discarded the damn hat but kept the coat, it was a good coat, and it was a better blanket for when she slept. She loosened her hair and strode with all the pride of the title that Arascus had gifted her: Duchess Sara Daganhoff.

Chapter 54