[November 7, Lost Era 1001, Lightless City.
For the vast majority of people in this world, this would be an utterly ordinary date.
But if you lived in the Underdark, in Lightless City.
Then whether you were a Matron Mother or a Consort Father.
Whether you were a slave or a male beast—
We now called them "men."
As long as you stood in Lightless City's Spider Plaza and raised your head to look at the ruler standing on the execution platform at its center, the woman once known as the darkest executioner.
You would realize that this would be the most important moment of your life, a great day for an entire race.]
"Is there really someone standing up there?"
A voice suddenly raised the question amid the bustling crowd.
"If you can't see, shorty, stop blocking the way! Move to the back!"
"Don't order me around, you walking beanpole! I'm free now. I'm not your slave anymore!" "So what if you're not a slave? You'll never reach our Drow heights in your lifetime! Anyone who gets that double meaning knows just how deep it goes!"
"Stop fatherf—motherfucking arguing here! Oh, heavens, using a surface curse that insults women feels wonderful! No, what I mean is, the Spider Silk Matron Mother is saying something, and you're being so loud I can't hear her!"
Everyone turned toward the Spider Silk Matron Mother on the execution platform.
The taller Drow Elves could just make out their ruler's lips opening and closing, but perhaps her voice had lost its confidence, or perhaps the crowd was too noisy. Either way, her words failed to reach their ears clearly.
But everyone knew just how important today was to them—
They might learn the truth about what had happened in the Temple.
Learn why the