Sacrifice
Feinheath.
EverSword Mansion.
Rearren sat on a comfy chair while drinking a glass of red wine. Finally, after four days of constant harassment, he could find peace in his alcohol and daydream about the things to come.
The whole nation of Feinheath hadn't taken kindly to the revelation that he was aiding a group of evil necromancers in a vile act of terrorism.
The Premium Age Royale had first come to the general populace of Pelian as a pleasant surprise, appealing to their base, carnal desire for seeing bloodshed while filling themselves up with food and drink. It had been a magnificent few months for those that couldn't afford to dine on such luxuries like whole, roasted beef, chicken, lamb and fine, aged wine every two days.
However, even the commonfolk had started to get suspicious with how people started dying in streets, all having been branded with the Creed Seal that allowed them to participate as witnesses in the Premium Age Royale.