It did not take long until the whole island was aware of what was happening, and soon did many of the sisterhood try to flee to Sodom, the last haven. All but two Mother Erebor (Head priestess) had fled, one of which had fallen into the hands of the master.

“Patiently we watched you all, waiting for our moment to strike. You forged your sisterhood carefully selecting everyone who entered. Finally when you thought your world was safe it fell apart before your very eyes… You are merely pawns in a game and have played your part perfectly. There is nowhere you could hide and nothing you can do to stop me” said the master mockingly to his captive, “Each small victory brought us closer to a greater price, the elimination of an entire generation of Erebocep following only you… Your network has been crushed, no way to communicate without the fear of traitors making you become useless pawns unable to follow any command, where I used writing readable by a selected few. Together you may be formidable, but apart you are lost. You fell one by one when I moved…”

Mother Erebor did not look him in the face and refused to speak. The master grasped her cheeks and forced her to look at him, “One last move and victory is at hand. Only your sister remains, but I know I captured the true queen”

“THIS ISN’T OVER! She will crush you by the gods!” said Mother Erebor and spat the master in the eye.

“She fights still with much en-enthusiasm, let me to crush her” said Ghjasuppu.

The master raised his hand, “No, just like Lisandra her end will come soon enough… but I have one thing to ask from you my friend...”