Wyrm sat in his reclining chair, considering recent events.
After thoroughly purging the Soul Sanctum, he had returned to the Imperial Palace and continued his research in his workshop to soothe his spirits.
Yet the strange fellow he had sensed a few days earlier was still roaming around his Hallownest.
When Wyrm tried to pinpoint its location with his senses, however, he unexpectedly found it in the depths of Deepnest.
The Beast Queen's territory lay beyond his current reach.
Even so, through his hazy perception, Wyrm could still detect the unusual power that being released.
It was neither like his own pure, powerful soul magic nor like the secretive arts of Deepnest's Weavers. It was something new.
It was precisely by drawing inspiration from this unusual power that he had managed to create a Charm capable of resisting the infection in dreams.
Thanks to this Charm, the spread of the infection in Hallownest had finally been brought under control.
His plan to train a perfect vessel would now have a far greater margin for error, too.
"I will find you, bring you into my order, and put you to proper use."
Wyrm made a mental note of this strange being, hoping to learn more in the future.
Then fatigue washed over him. He slumped over his desk, gazing at the half-modified puppet model on the other side as his eyes slowly closed.
He entered a dream.
Wyrm sensed something amiss. He found himself not in the dream he had grown accustomed to, but seated inside a tent tinted black and red.
A nightmare.
Slowly sitting up on the luxurious throne where he had been reclining, Wyrm wore an expression that said he had expected as much. He was not surprised in the slightest.
He did not have to wait