With the final words of the prayer to Azzen'Ka, the kingdom of the demon lord descended over the ruins of the Helios Empire, bringing sandstorms that blocked out the sun. As those gathered rejoiced, Yena was the only one who remained calm and impassive. The Revolutionary mole in the Temple went about her new duties as temple acolyte, the prayer and dance that were offerings to their god.

-Do you have something to tell me?