The Plight of Iris
The moment I step into the common area, I'm greeted by a sight that makes me burst out into a mocking laughter.
My so-called subordinates are sprawled out on the floor, retching, groaning, and barely functioning. It's perhaps the most pathetic scene I've seen in my life. They're clutching their stomachs, some of them puking into buckets, others just lying there, moaning in pain. Their faces are pale and they look like they've been through hell. A few are on their knees while clutching at their heads as if they're trying to keep their skulls from splitting open.
"What in the Goddess's name are you ten degenerates doing?" I snarl with a tone that's laced with disdain as I take in the pitiful scene unfolding before my eyes. The stench of bile and sickness hangs heavy in the air, and the sight of these fools groveling on the ground only deepens my disgust.