There had originally been a full eight days left until the sacrifice.
With the Elder Brain and the Intellect Devourer secretly influencing the male Drow's thinking, Tang was confident he could mobilize most of them within eight days. After all, following the devastation of Lightless City, the entire Drow population had dwindled to fewer than twenty thousand, and males accounted for over half.
Of course, he couldn't turn them into an effective fighting force in such a short time.
In fact, Tang could foresee that once the elite women of the Ritual Group tried to suppress this reactionary force, the male Drow would collapse like a burst dam.
He could use words to make a group of oppressed male beasts pretend to stand up, but once they saw those women take up the Serpent-Head Whips they feared, they would still fall to their knees.
If deeply entrenched beliefs were so easy to change, the word "revolution" wouldn't be stained with blood and tears.
But what did that have to do with him?
He wasn't counting on truly leading the Drow forward.
These chaotic dark-skinned people were entirely different from the Beastfolk. Much of the latter's fanatical devotion to heretical faiths came from their underdeveloped, pea-sized brains.
Drow Elves were far craftier.
He only needed these Elves to help him pry open the Temple's doors and disrupt the sacrifice, so he could take advantage of the chaos to get as many of the Kling out as possible.
But all of that had been ruined by a single order from the Spider Silk Matron Mother, bringing things forward eight days. "Was this common in previous years?"
"No." The spy shook his head. "In fact, a solemn sacrificial ceremony like this rarely happens even once a year."
Tang suppressed his unease, unsure whether