The Southern Lord grows in power. Thousands are killed and left in the sun to ferment into demons thus to strengthen that one Snake-demon. Babies, deformed, are born of the Gusrikt, else spontaneously aborted. How can Kerrid ignore it when she knows these innocent deaths are aimed at her, to draw her pain. She has no choice now. She must confront the demon; she must fight it.
Yet before she’s free to do that there’s the matter of the Toad to be tidied away.
The Feast of the Good Son, ready now