Night Shadow lost her concentration on [Fire Control], sending the sea of flames back into chaos as it burned wildly and fiercely within the temple.
The torrential rain extinguished the flames one after another, yet the temperature indoors soared.
For a moment, everyone felt as though they were trapped inside a furnace.
Meanwhile, the first Drow who had chosen to leave finally reached the temple entrance unnoticed, just one step away from escaping this place of trouble.
They were the weakest among the crowd. After all, ambition was as commonplace as a daily meal to the Drow. Had they not lost their divine power long ago, why would they have placed themselves under Spider Silk and obeyed another Matron Mother?
That also made them, without question, the least loyal.
As for the deity she spoke of, most of them did not particularly care whether Mother returned. By all ordinary reasoning, this deity would probably grant divine power only to her favorite.
So as long as their lives were not endangered, they could hardly be bothered to obey.
Would it not be better to return to that cold, gloomy city and breathe air purified by fungi?
As for the future? They were about to burn to death in this temple. What future could they possibly have?
But just as they desperately fled toward the temple doors, those heavy doors swung open without warning—
This startled them. Yet what confused them even more were the Drow who had pushed the doors open—
They were men, who should never have appeared in this place so close to the divine.
Every last one of them.
Now they stood before the women in armed groups, their expressions complicated, as though delight mingled with fear. Their lips trembled, and none could speak.
To the fleeing Drow,