The Viper’s Severed Head...

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Coo— Coo— Coo—

A short, dry owl’s cry echoed through the Holy City.

The Holy City couldn’t boast nightlife as brilliant as that of the Kingdom of Providence’s capital,

but it was known for its quiet bustle during evening prayers.

But for the past few months,

ever since the Holy King left the royal palace and the hyenas headed for it,

the citizens of the Holy City had stopped attending evening prayers.

And with ghouls roaming in front of the royal palace, the streets of the Holy City felt even more ominous at night than during the day.

A group crossed those unlit streets...