PS: This chapter's BGM: Stories
Drip, drip.
Blood blossomed across the ground from the tip of the blade.
"Haah—"
Just as Eilistraee was about to speak, crimson blood surged out first. Feeling her life rapidly slipping away, the Dark Maiden did not so much as glance at the traitor before her, whose blade had pierced her heart. Instead, she slowly raised her head and looked toward the mother before her, towering like a mountain within the shadows.
"Mother. Did today's performance entertain you?"
Silence reigned in the darkness for several seconds before eight scarlet eyes slowly lit up.
As that dense aura of darkness gradually awakened, even the sounds of the Drow civil war in the Abyssal Weave—already nearing its end—fell silent.
An atmosphere known as despair spread through the Abyssal Weave.
As she watched her mother's eyes open, a trace of relief appeared in Eilistraee's gaze.
How could an existence like her mother possibly give others an easy chance to rebel against her?
And yet, there were still those who rushed one after another into this bottomless pit of a trap.
Like Eilistraee. Like Qilue and her Chosen. And the countless Dark Elves trapped in cages, yet yearning for the light and following her without hesitation.
This had nearly been a war doomed to defeat!
They had already done all they could.
"Oh? Since you had already seen through this trap, why... did you still insist on doing this? Why come before me in such a state?"
The woman atop the spider body slowly straightened. With the relocation of the entire Abyssal Weave to the Prime Material Plane nearly complete, Lolth seemed to be in an exceptionally pleasant mood today.
She looked down from on high at her daughter, whose life was nearing its end, a cruel smile curling