The archbishops did not try to push things any further, leading the centipede attacks to decline until they vanished altogether. Peace had been restored to Durter, and as far as the perpetrators were concerned, no one knew of their involvement in the matter. They had gotten away with it, but had still utterly failed to complete their objective–if anything, their plan had not only gone haywire, but it had also backfired. Accomplishing the opposite of what they set out to do.
In short, the council of archbishops was in shambles. They could only wait and hope that things would turn out all right…
In the meantime, following his overwhelming victory in front of a holy crowd, Vwoldtnir returned to the nice little dwelling area he was granted here in Durter. With a flick of his clawed finger, he momentarily opened a small rift in the air, causing something to fall right into his grasp.
"Hello. I am surprised you are still alive and full of vitality, you know?"
