On this particular day, nothing unusual seemed to be happening. The priests were gathered in worship before a statue of Vorenza, as they often did. They were accustomed to their goddess remaining silent. But today, Vorenza paid them heed.
In a brief, fleeting connection, Vorenza imparted a simple directive: the bustling city above. It was her desire.
The connection severed as abruptly as it began, leaving the priests in stunned disbelief. Their shock soon gave way to jubilation. For the first time, they had received a sign—an answer—from their goddess. Without delay, they rushed to inform the Chief.
The Chief was an anomaly within the current ratman society. A survivor of the mist's corruptive influence, he had gained its so-called gifts. He had also consumed the flesh of the hybrids, enduring their corrupting effects. Yet, unlike most others, he had fought tooth and claw against the violent and unethical impulses the corruption provoked within him.
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