The border between Azagrat and Shendilavri.
After the Goddess of Wealth confirmed that they had left the territory of the Dark Prince Graz'zt's Triple Kingdom, the frost giantess, whose entire body was practically drenched in blood, finally let out a long breath.
Her whole body collapsed onto the ground like a fallen hill. She heavily leaned her head against the tunnel wall covered in salt-crystal deposits, producing a dull boom that sent the imps and Abyssal predators drawn by the scent of blood and "food" fleeing in disarray. Seeing that no greater commotion followed, they once more lurked amid the surrounding complex terrain, watching from the shadows.
But Waukeen had no time to bother with those irritating creatures right now. She devoted herself entirely to using divine spells to heal the two severely wounded patients.
This was something she had intended to do halfway through their journey.
Yet just as she was about to do so, Krenville, who had seemed on the verge of breathing his last beside her, stopped her:
He claimed that Divine Power from Waukeen might draw the Dark Prince's attention, rendering Tibilus and the others' painstaking efforts to hold Graz'zt back entirely futile.
And that was indeed the case. Simply dealing with the endless waves of man-lions, eye-catching banshees, and Hezrou on their way out had already cost Bestna a terrible price.
Rumor had it that the Dark Prince was not only a powerful warrior, but also capable of wielding a multitude of bizarre spell-like abilities. If they encountered further obstruction from Graz'zt then, they would very likely all perish within his Triple Kingdom.
Krenville's warning frightened the Goddess of Wealth into silence like a quail caught beneath rolling thunder. She had not dared utter another word for the rest of the journey, terrified that that