The Abyssal Bazaar was a tantalizing, terrifying promise. A dark star on the horizon of his ambition. But he knew to chase it recklessly would be to lose himself.
He pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Locked it away in the same mental vault where he kept the screaming ghosts of the souls he had consumed.
For now, his focus had to be on his people. His new faction was a fledgling nation. It needed resources. Strength. Experience.
And so, the great hunt began.
Their fortress, Asylum, which had been a symbol of their escape, now became an engine of conquest. Edward, using the arcane knowledge of the Lich and the tactical data from the Clockwork King, turned the colossal golem into the ultimate mobile dungeon-raiding platform.
They moved across the blighted, unpopulated hinterlands. A shadow that fell upon the forgotten, monster-infested corners of the world.
