Hidden Reprieve, Egress Haven.
The small town in the middle of a lush forest was thriving. Yet, the atmosphere was heavy and somber, as though the inhabitants were not only depressed but also in despair.
Why wouldn't they be?
The Damnedling Army had now grown to over three hundred and fifty members, and Caleb wouldn't be able to increase their numbers no matter how badly he wanted to.
The remaining graves where Visitors were buried were dangerously close to the Gravewarden and his elite deputies. It was simply impossible to dig them up without losing more than what they would gain.
Thus, Egress was stuck.
The cemetery raid operations had ceased around a week and a half ago, and while the Damnedlings had found a page of the book of The Five by using their free time to scour this entire side of the Underworld River, they now had nothing else to do but wait.
The problem was that there was a high chance they were waiting for nothing.
