The Nets That Swallow Us

The shadows in Lotringen deepened as Plaga’s influence spread. The city, once divided by wealth and status, now found itself united in fear and despair. The middle ring trembled beneath the weight of uncertainty, while the Inner Sanctum clung desperately to its crumbling veneer of power. And through it all, Plaga watched, her hollow eyes fixed on her prey, her plans unfolding like the petals of a twisted rose.

Gerald, her knight, stood at the edge of the middle wall, his presence casting a long shadow over the uneasy crowd gathered below. The armor she had given him pulsed faintly, its blackened veins seeping into his mind, whispering thoughts that felt like his own but carried her unmistakable tone.

“You’re ready now,” her voice murmured in his mind, soft yet commanding. “Speak to them, my knight. Show them the truth of their world. Break the chains that bind them.”