Eastern Realm

Inside a hidden basement.

The walls were carved with grotesque reliefs of demons. One look at them was enough to strike fear into anyone's heart.

This was one of the Church of Fear's few remaining strongholds, but it had now fallen under Port Nyanzaru's control. An altar stood in the center of the basement, where the Cult of Fear had once held their rituals. Now, a chair had been placed on it. Vivian's small figure sat in that chair, facing a group of black-robed cultists. They were the fruits of her efforts over the past few days. Through strength and force, she had taken control of the Church of Fear and gathered a sizable number of its followers.

"Cass!"

Vivian's voice was cold and clear. An unseen power seemed to hang over the room, making people fearful before they even drew near. She looked down at the kneeling cultists and said, "Take some people to the ruins of Amber City and bring back the thing sealed there."

"Uther Blackrobe."

"Take some people and purge the remaining rebels. I need the entire Church of Fear to obey my commands."

The power of her Fear Aura filled the room.

The cultists below the altar fell silent with fear and hurried to accept their orders. After what had happened with the Vampire God Child, they had already prepared themselves to obey a new Fear God Child. The power in The Abyss could not reach the Material Plane for now, but the Fear God Child before them could kill every last one of them in minutes.

"That's all."

Vivian seemed to sense something. She waved a hand and said, "All of you may leave."

The group withdrew.

Once everyone had gone, Vivian's icy expression changed at once. Turning toward the figure behind her, she