Desolation!
Dead silence!
There was hardly anything that could be called "alive."
Halisstra's group had traveled through the Spider Queen's realm for several hours, yet they had not encountered a single wandering Demon or spider. Nor had they seen the Drow Petitioners who should have been suffering endless Torment.
It was as though a bandit had broken in and looted everything that could possibly be taken.
Even the enormous temples once used to worship the goddess had been completely abandoned, leaving behind nothing but empty desolation.
If they had not seen it with their own eyes, it would have been difficult to imagine that the realm of an Intermediate Divine Power that had not yet fallen could have become so incomprehensibly barren.
Where had all those Petitioners, Demon-Hunting Spiders, Demons, and Wax Demons gone?
Had Lolth killed or absorbed them all?
Or had Lolth devoured them to evolve toward a higher level?
Or was this sudden silence itself part of her scheme and trap?
In short, far too many doubts and questions troubled Eilistraee's three followers.
Halisstra in particular had heard the whisper of "Yor'thae" echoing in her ears ever since entering the realm. The voice was growing louder and clearer by the moment.
She had even confirmed it with her two companions. Neither of them could hear it at all.
This strange state made her already wavering heart even more tense and uneasy. The indescribable pressure weighed upon her like a mountain, leaving her unable to breathe.
If she could, Halisstra would have immediately performed a naked dance ritual to pray to the Dark Maiden Eilistraee and seek answers.
But unfortunately, this was the Spider Queen's realm.
From the moment they entered, their connection to the goddess they worshipped had become incredibly weak.
The only things they could rely