2738 Survival and Extinction (Part 2)
"The Kingdom has developed a spell that can spot the blood core in our thralls and with the undead of the Eclipsed Lands forming an alliance between the Kingdom and the Empire, we've been cornered.
"Even if somehow we manage to send our elders to Jiera, our traitorous cousins will spot them and at that point, they would be fish in a barrel."
"I do have a plan." The Blood Warlock said. "A plan you all should have already considered on your own since it's the only way we have left to turn the tables of fate and escape annihilation.
"This is not a matter of riches or power anymore. Our survival depends on it. If we don't take a stance, we'll be wiped out and the only trace left of the Undead Courts will be a footnote in history books."
"What are you talking about?" Ezhman said with a sneer. "There is no magic formula to solve our problems. We have taken a streak of bad decisions that have led us to lose power, influence, and numbers over the past four years.
"It didn't happen overnight. If we want to regain our strength, the best course of action is to avoid further losses and rebuild our power from the safety of the shadows"
"And how long do you think that would take, exactly?" Shelk's voice oozed spite and sarcasm. "Centuries at minimum. Millennia, even. And for what? To make up for four goddamn years!"
An awkward silence befell the room as the representatives of the Undead Courts pondered those words. With the Eldritches of the Organization on the prowl and the loss of the reinforcements that would soon return to Jiera, the Courts were at their wit's end.
After the Master's Organization had become the new ruler of the criminal underworld, the undead had seen their influence and income greatly reduced. They were still afloat, but only thanks to their cousins from Jiera who had failed to find a place in the Eclipsed Lands and had no choice but to take part in the conflict.
"Four years during which we've gone from being the shadow government of the three Great Countries to a bunch of refugees." Shelk took the silence for his cue and resumed talking.
"Dawn, Night, Glemos, and lastly, Thrud. Everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. We have played a major role in our downfall, always betting all our chips on one leader or another and assuming they would win.
"Each time, our trust proved to be misplaced and we lost a good chunk of our power until our strength was spent and now, we are cornered against a wall. Yet there is a common element in our defeats and if we remove it, we might ascend just as quickly as we fell." freewebnoveℓ.com
"Which is?" Anmira furrowed her brow in confusion.
"Lith Tiamat Verhen. Our misfortune started when we crossed paths with him in Othre and from that moment onward we could never catch a break." The Blood Warlock replied. "If we don't kill him, there's no future for us."
"I admit that Verhen is a pain in the ass, but I fail to see how killing him would make things for us any better." The Vampire said.
"Think about it. The Organization started hunting us down after Night's failed assault on his house." Shelk pointed out and the others nodded.
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