The journey would take ten days. Along the way, Scarlet Prophet directed them to two other towns that she threw into chaos, reaped zombies and willing mortals from, as well as some spirits, too, and emboldened their entourage. Wholescale destruction of morality, livelihoods, sanity and life brought her intense joy. It was the most brilliant, worthwhile endeavor for her - nothing made her feel more vibrantly passionate and such great throes of ecstasy.<br/><br/>Plunging Creation into Oblivion was a matter with which to be delighted. There would be mad joy in every rending of ties within Creation, intense pleasure at each severance of spirit, and orgiastic glee at every corrupted soul. This was her purpose, now, where hers had been so forsaken in life.<br/><br/>They were only a half-day's travel away from the Seat. Scarlet held vaster communions with her growing trails of vassals, many of them weeping from her praises of the Void and the joys of death and suffering. She goaded them to embrace this new way of living, the rewards awaiting them in the Underworld, and the dark new empire they would wreak upon Creation. Such was the pull of her insane charisma that she could bend and snap the minds of mortals with great ease, enslaving them to her rhetoric and beauty.<br/><br/>The Prophet's chains were aflutter with delight, spilling blood from her flesh freely.