Sunny sat cross-legged on a rusted iron cot. The ambient darkness and sterile air offered no reprieve from his racing thoughts.
Hovering near the ceiling, the Abyssal Void-Sac drifted sluggishly, its bruised-purple membrane pulsing in the gloom. It lacked the necessary dark Qi to sustain its usual buoyancy.
"Supreme One," Krax's raspy voice broke the silence
The scout sat huddled near the ruined doorway, nervously sharpening a rusted dagger.
"The ambient energy in this vault is stagnant. If we remain isolated for too long, our spiritual cores will begin to atrophy. We must seek a source of dark essence, or the Vanguard's holy crusade will not be our end; starvation will be."
Sunny explicitly knew Krax was right. The lack of ambient Qi was slowly eroding his fiends' vitality. His Sovereign Ghoul Ape, though possessing immense power, was already showing signs of lethargy.
