Crimzon’s ears perked up and she looked up from her glass of wine.<span style="color: #660000">“The’kal made toys? And how did they let you have a child? Can’t you just… want one and it appears? What kind of toy did you have? I know you mean sex toys but I’m not too familiar with them and even less so ones made by gods. Well you can come visit me if I’m alone whenever you desire.”</span><br/><br/>While The’kal’s prison was originally an empty field of grass it was no longer so. As she grew more desperate and frustrated trying to free herself and Melody the grass withered away, massive caverns of dark rock appeared and the entire ‘realm’ looked like a Legion scarred world. And The’kal’s suffering would only grow with the prison turning into a proper hellscape littered with corpses of her children, priestesses, and everyone she had cared about despite her constant failures.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>