The City of Wandering floated alone in the sky, its once vibrant and bustling life silenced under the veil of dark clouds. Only the Arcane Eye continued to radiate its brilliance, like a steadfast beacon.
Beneath the city's subterranean base, Morocoy gazed at the map model drawn within the Magic Well. The glaring white, like a festering wound, spread across the planet. Andrey Lich's expansion was exceedingly effective, but this did nothing to ease the Dragon Priest's expression.
Morocoy's fellow Dragon Priests stepped out of shadow one by one, arriving at this assembly without any attendants, a tacit agreement.
"Not a soul remains. I still prefer this city the way it used to be," the Elf Queen remarked, observing the nearly wilting Flame Tequila she had once tended under a glass dome. With a flick of her fingers, the near-dead plant sprang back to life.
